I look back at the blur of 4 years that flashed before my eyes. The people I've met, the places I've gone and all the in-between. I've been to some of the best parties, hell I've thrown some of the best parties, but now I wonder if I was too intoxicated to appreciate it. I look back at a lot of photos and don't remember being there. I'm not an idiot, I know it happened, but many a time I cannot remember what events that took place.
Four years later, 10 pounds heavier, and much wiser, I cannot believe it's over. I'm sitting here depressed, upset and wondering if I'll regret the things I did and didn't do.
My first year spent as an apprentice under Big Mike. At least 3 nights a week I made the hike up to 124 B Lorentz Avenue . The venue where I learned how to drink and drank away the majority of my freshman year. If we weren't sitting around playing pong or a card game, I was out tagging along with Mike to a random party, drinking until I made some new friends. I even still have the lid off the first Natty Light keg I purchased.
My second year was the first time I was really out on my own. We partied MORE than I did the previous year. Bottles upon bottles of Liquor most of the time. I still cannot stand the smell of Bacardi Big Apple. Nights spent at the pool or in the hot tub, climbing fences in flip flops and soaking wet just to get in.
The first half f my junior year was pretty consistent with the latter. I was ONE block from campus at the end of Grant Street. A freshman dorm could be seen form my front porch. This is where we threw the best parties, and where I'd like to say my best memories were from. We called it the Black Hole, Beta Theta Omega, home. It was J-Nelly and I, against the world. The summer before classes started was a summer to remember. And if you are following with me chronologically, the best times I had all occurred before I was 21.
In October of 2007, I met the girl who changed my life. We had our crazy party antics for a while, but she shipped me into shape. The semester I met her I had received a 1.8 and the semester after I made Dean's List. It was time to grow up some, but we still partied. Power hours after class was out on Fridays. The sun was always up when the night began. In April my house was condemned and I moved in with her, back to the Ridge, miles away from campus. Life was great.
It was my Senior year that really toned it down. The crazy crew from summer o7 drifted, my old roommate and best friend moved out, leaving me to live with a somewhat stranger (granted he only lived a block up the street, but we didn't see each other much for a while). I cannot regret what happened. Big Mike graduated, J-Nelly moved out, and all my coworkers went their separate ways. People change, and few stay true to themselves. The best advice I can give to people going into college is live in the moment because the good times don't last long enough. That and it's the people you're with that make the night. Anyways I didn't go out nearly as much, I didn't have that great deep well rounded group of friends anymore. I tried to force it a few times, I was always me, true to myself and everyone who knew me, but you can only do so much. People want to go downtown, I just wanted to have a party... Its not the light and sounds for me, no, I don't need a club with loud music and expensive drinks, I just need good company, a case of beer, and my own set of tunes.
So thats about the shortest summary I can give of my college career. I missed a lot of classes, drank a lot of booze and met a lot of people.
Cheers
- Dave
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