English Assignment- Imagery
In September, I moved into tight, standardized, residential housing with eight strangers. What was once a sterile empty common room is now filled with pieces of flare that each person contributes. Empty slurpee cups, half-burnt candles, beer caps, and Cosmopolitan magazines litter our living room with complete disregard to concern for cleanliness. Our nights are defined by the conversations we have, the laughs we share, the movies we watch, the food we eat and the drinks we consume. We each have our own separate story, and our own separate lives with little in common except for a life together. There is a balance between us all that creates a chemistry that you can almost taste. Within our "family" we have gone through breakups, blackouts, food binges, failing grades, deans list, majors on every end of the spectrum, and brutal bitch sessions that manage to bring us closer in the end. We have a crazy party/drug experimenter, a moral religious "do-gooder", a worldly nomad, a tough New Yorker, a materialist, an athletic overachiever, an emo chick and a spiritual "psychic" among us.
We live in the heart of the most historical city and the ritziest of neighborhoods. Our bars have cover charges, and produce $8 drinks. Our population flutters with wealthy upper-class students chatting on the newest upgrade of a cell phone, with a pair of $250 jeans for "casual wear". Our walk across campus is the most beautiful Boston has to offer, and we pass though the perfectly manicured landscape of the city's most beautiful park without regard for the beauty it possesses. No matter where we fly, or transfer, or move, we will always have the memory of our freshman year, and the parties that turned into hangovers, the cafeteria food that turned into 15 pounds, the hook-ups that turned into boyfriends, the orientations that turned into finals and most of all the strangers that turned into family.
We live in the heart of the most historical city and the ritziest of neighborhoods. Our bars have cover charges, and produce $8 drinks. Our population flutters with wealthy upper-class students chatting on the newest upgrade of a cell phone, with a pair of $250 jeans for "casual wear". Our walk across campus is the most beautiful Boston has to offer, and we pass though the perfectly manicured landscape of the city's most beautiful park without regard for the beauty it possesses. No matter where we fly, or transfer, or move, we will always have the memory of our freshman year, and the parties that turned into hangovers, the cafeteria food that turned into 15 pounds, the hook-ups that turned into boyfriends, the orientations that turned into finals and most of all the strangers that turned into family.