It finally hit me about a week or so ago that I'm in fourth year, and I'm definitely feeling nostalgic. Everything that happens now causes me to drift into memory lane.
The other day someone finally stole my bike, and all of a sudden a rush of memories started pouring in. I remembered the day the key broke off in my bike lock and I said to myself, "Well fuck if I'm going to buy another lock, I should've never trusted Wal-mart." I never did replace that lock. Then I remembered getting hit by a van in second year, fixing it that summer, and then destroying it in the snow the following winter, riding it through the snow on the way to a soccer tournament. I wasn't even put off by the fact that henceforth I am forced to walk my lazy ass to school and work; the memories used up my emotional reserve.
Everytime I see someone in the halls I get a quick memory of when I first met them, and each memory seems so blurry. It's amazing how much you can do in four years outside of studying in a program you hate. In any case, those memories are normally followed up by feelings of sadness, because it's so depressing to realise that I've known these people for over three years, but the last day I'll likely see most or any of them again is coming up in less than one.
It was easy to make this transition in highschool. I knew that if anything I would get to know more people, and they'd be more like me. Actually, I wasn't different than my highschool friends outside of the fact that I played soccer, which could have been said for about 10 other people at Pearson in my day. This time around, I'm not sure what will be. Taking my victory lap in school should be fun. I'm excited to be in school when around 80 percent of the people I know now aren't around anymore - sounds a lot like first year, in fact. But after that who knows? I don't. I need to date a first year girl, so that when I'm off doing my own thing after graduation, I can hang out with her and her friends and rekindle memories of my prime social years.
Isn't it peculiar that every time I suggest a personal problem on this blog, it can be easily resolved with the addition of a girlfriend to my life?
You're right, it isn't peculiar at all. But more on that to come.
4 comments:
Hi JaJa
I've got to say that this is a very nice blog page that you have here. It's so fancy. Nothing like our other one, which I won't name. But you know what I mean...the one that begins with X and ends with ANGA. Ya, that one.
As for being in your final year, don't you find it interesting that we all just can't wait to get out of university and be done with school, and then the moment we are in 4th year, we don't want to go? Right now I am at the stage where I just want to be done. But there has been a couple of times where I think about how next year everything will be over. And I kind of get teary eyed. I have warned Daniela and Jenn that I am going to cry on our commencement, because I almost cry now when I think about it...and I still have a year and a half left. Oh my.
Don't worry about the blurry memories of the (random) people that you have met in uiniversity, or of the things that you have done. The memories that seem to be the most clear and in focus are the most important, and those are the ones you don't want to forget. You will stay in touch with the friends that mean that most to you. And why would you want it any other way? I think it is better to see a good friend every once in a while, then a bunch of people that you mean nothing to you everyday. Right? Then again, your good friend will probably make the effort to see you more than "every once in a while"...hence, their goodness.
Thanks Nay, I try to pretty up my blog.
I gotta tell you I was never really anxious to get out and graduate, school is cool for nerds like me. But I was kinda hoping I would get that feeling of overwhelming personal development from my undergrad. I feel like I know a bit more about business practices, banking and alcohol retention. As well I guess I know a bit more about myself. Otherwise, I'm just not sure what these four years have resulted in, and I don't feel ready to leave, hence the victory lap I will be taking.
I first saw you in the gym at interhouse. I didn't recognize you as a regular to UTSC soccer until seeing you in the stands with Julie and co. Someone later told me that we share the same birthday. The first words I can remember offering you were, "So I hear we're birthday buddies." I'm almost positive we shared words before that, but seemingly they weren't that memorable.
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