If only they waited for me...
I give up. The first few days of school has officially lost any shred of excitement that it ever had. Mom doesn’t take me to Old Navy to buy me new jeans anymore. My Boston Bruins lunchbox has long since been discarded. Trapper Keepers just aren’t cool anymore (Although I’m fairly certain that the first person to show up to class with on would be a cult hero).
Maybe I’m just being cynical because this is my last year of college and the real world isn’t just creeping up on me anymore, it’s built up the courage to stare me down from across the bar and debate whether to come over and weasel a drink out of me. Well guess what real world? I don’t have any money because I spent it all on gas.
Which brings me to Tuesday morning, my first real day of my senior year. Usually I get angry when I get stuck behind a school bus and have somewhere to be. It must be the Massachusetts in me that makes me so angry, but I digress. In any case, I drove behind the school bus for about two miles and was thoroughly entertained by the kids sitting in the back seat. Now I assumed it was some kind of summer camp because most elementary schools haven’t started yet, but in any event, the kids were having so much fun. They were laughing, messing with each other’s hats, probably telling girls they were gross and had cooties. Their innocence made me so envious, because I knew that my communications law and ethics I was on the way to scored about -300 on the excitement scale.
Part of me wanted to just go back to those days, when we traded baseball cards on the bus every morning (all the Nomar Garciaparra cards I traded for back in the day…shame on me). But I realize that as a college student, there will be a time years from now when I look back on college with reverance. So I decided that just biting my lip and giving my last year hell would be my best bet, no matter how scary it may seem.
But being able to buy beer legally does help take the edge off.
This blogger is great! Always a fun read.