Words I Couldn't Say: From Me to You
If I am ever invited to your wedding and you want me to make a speech, you better warn me in advance otherwise I would gape like a fish out of water while the entire reception stared at me. I am not a very eloquent person when it comes to giving spontaneous speeches because I never know quite what to say. My mind thinks faster than my mouth moves and I often lose my train of thought because my mouth just cannot keep up. Instead, I find my outlet through writing and hope that some my feelings will reach you on the other end.
I didn't know what to expect when I first stepped foot in college. I imagined a glorified version of high school where the stereotyped jocks and cheerleaders were frat-boys and sorority-girls and everyone got drunk and had sex all the time. I imagined finding my niche would be next to impossible because I am so straight-laced and responsible. Parties are not my thing because I don't see the point in getting drunk just for the sake of it. Furthermore, I personally was never motivated enough spend all my time studying to get on the Dean's Honor List. I am not at all social so I don't join clubs. An ideal night for me would be to make a nice dinner at home and watch some ridiculous television show or movie on the couch surrounded by cushion-like objects. So there I was, somewhere in the middle of apathy and absolute slothness and at a lost for what I was supposed to do in college.
Four years later, I'm still not quite sure what happened. I remember the nightly two hour chats at the Segundo Dining Commons over dinner. The array of conversation topics were so bizarre and so varied that I no longer remember them; yet, I remember thinking that we were probably too loud and likely bothering the people at the next table. Vinnie and I somehow ended up with two more roommates in our tiny 13x11 room, or was it smaller than that? Kat, for one, practically moved in with all her sewing stashed under Vinnie's lofted bed. Some time later, we adopted a Jojo who often rolled herself up in Vinnie's blankets and refused to come out even though she lived right upstairs. On Tom's birthday that year, we almost set Baskin Robbins on fire because of the candles on his birthday cake. I remember celebrating Amy's birthday at Regan Hall with a dinner of chicken and broccoli with shallots, mashed potato, and a yellow cake. That night we took our first "family" picture even though I looked like a 90s fashion disaster. I remember going to watch Pirates of the Carribean 3 right before Fanime weekend and we stayed up until 5 before crashing for two hours and then going to class.
I remember moving into Avalon 2, and Vinnie anxiously telling me that the house was making noises. Tom scared her into thinking that someone lived in the ceiling--it turned out to be the fan. We moved in and for five months, that house had no furniture in the living room save cheap Ikea coffee tables made of metal. I remember bringing the couch up there in the pouring rain and Tom and my dad moving the couch into the house. I remember spending Halloween watching Torchwood during our Alice in Wonderland themed year and Jojo going out with her friends. She drunk dialed me at 3 AM that night and most of us had a good laugh about that both during and after.
I spent my 20th birthday in Paris, France with two amazing friends. France was beautiful even though it was extremely smoky and absolutely freezing. I had the time of my life and I want to go back so badly. The first vacation I took with everyone was a trip up to Tahoe for winter vacation. I went snowboarding for the first time in my life and had a fantastic time. I loved it and I hope to do it again. I was also terrified out of my wits as I tried to ski down the medium sized hill. So scarred by the incident, I'm not sure I ever want to ski again, but I definitely want to snowboard again. At one point, Kat's car also skidded out of control for a moment there and I was frightened out of my wits. I never thought we were going to die, just that we were going to crash、but that didn't make it any less terrifying.
There were random nights in between: girls' night, television series marathons, drawing with crayons at Cafe Italia, all the thanksgiving dinners, various role playing mystery parties, delicious food, delicious wine, delicious cake, one dollar scoop nights, and more brownies on the counter in the mornings than I care to remember.
Now that it's over, I know I'm going to look back tomorrow, next year, in ten years, forever and remember those days as being the best ones in my life.
Thank you all for the last four years; it was a blast.
I didn't know what to expect when I first stepped foot in college. I imagined a glorified version of high school where the stereotyped jocks and cheerleaders were frat-boys and sorority-girls and everyone got drunk and had sex all the time. I imagined finding my niche would be next to impossible because I am so straight-laced and responsible. Parties are not my thing because I don't see the point in getting drunk just for the sake of it. Furthermore, I personally was never motivated enough spend all my time studying to get on the Dean's Honor List. I am not at all social so I don't join clubs. An ideal night for me would be to make a nice dinner at home and watch some ridiculous television show or movie on the couch surrounded by cushion-like objects. So there I was, somewhere in the middle of apathy and absolute slothness and at a lost for what I was supposed to do in college.
Four years later, I'm still not quite sure what happened. I remember the nightly two hour chats at the Segundo Dining Commons over dinner. The array of conversation topics were so bizarre and so varied that I no longer remember them; yet, I remember thinking that we were probably too loud and likely bothering the people at the next table. Vinnie and I somehow ended up with two more roommates in our tiny 13x11 room, or was it smaller than that? Kat, for one, practically moved in with all her sewing stashed under Vinnie's lofted bed. Some time later, we adopted a Jojo who often rolled herself up in Vinnie's blankets and refused to come out even though she lived right upstairs. On Tom's birthday that year, we almost set Baskin Robbins on fire because of the candles on his birthday cake. I remember celebrating Amy's birthday at Regan Hall with a dinner of chicken and broccoli with shallots, mashed potato, and a yellow cake. That night we took our first "family" picture even though I looked like a 90s fashion disaster. I remember going to watch Pirates of the Carribean 3 right before Fanime weekend and we stayed up until 5 before crashing for two hours and then going to class.
I remember moving into Avalon 2, and Vinnie anxiously telling me that the house was making noises. Tom scared her into thinking that someone lived in the ceiling--it turned out to be the fan. We moved in and for five months, that house had no furniture in the living room save cheap Ikea coffee tables made of metal. I remember bringing the couch up there in the pouring rain and Tom and my dad moving the couch into the house. I remember spending Halloween watching Torchwood during our Alice in Wonderland themed year and Jojo going out with her friends. She drunk dialed me at 3 AM that night and most of us had a good laugh about that both during and after.
I spent my 20th birthday in Paris, France with two amazing friends. France was beautiful even though it was extremely smoky and absolutely freezing. I had the time of my life and I want to go back so badly. The first vacation I took with everyone was a trip up to Tahoe for winter vacation. I went snowboarding for the first time in my life and had a fantastic time. I loved it and I hope to do it again. I was also terrified out of my wits as I tried to ski down the medium sized hill. So scarred by the incident, I'm not sure I ever want to ski again, but I definitely want to snowboard again. At one point, Kat's car also skidded out of control for a moment there and I was frightened out of my wits. I never thought we were going to die, just that we were going to crash、but that didn't make it any less terrifying.
There were random nights in between: girls' night, television series marathons, drawing with crayons at Cafe Italia, all the thanksgiving dinners, various role playing mystery parties, delicious food, delicious wine, delicious cake, one dollar scoop nights, and more brownies on the counter in the mornings than I care to remember.
Now that it's over, I know I'm going to look back tomorrow, next year, in ten years, forever and remember those days as being the best ones in my life.
Thank you all for the last four years; it was a blast.