Freshman Year

I remember a world where responsibility was slight, time moved slow, friends seem to be made daily, and everything was new. Looking back at freshman year, I couldn’t imagine a better time and place than the one that I had, even though i complained most of the way through it. Just one ordianry day from those few months seems like a holiday by comparison. It was like…

Cold weather, its always cold on campus. It had been a good first semester, and now, everything had become a little more commonplace, but it was stiil really new. Dinner was horrible, not unlike class, but it was the time of day where everything seemed to be “over” and from that point on, things would be a lot more relaxed. I’m sitting behind my desk, looking at some of my skethces, and searching for anything thay might distract me from all the homework that I have to get done. This place is my own, for the first time in my life I have space that people somewhat respect, even though the hallway seems to think that my room is the lounge. It’s starting to snow outside, and the sun is turning everything a yellow-puprle color as everyone is making it back to their rooms. Wig is talking about going out and the girls that he met last time, eveyone knows he is full of it, but nobody cares. Toby is playing “animals” on the computer, he let it play for the past ten minutes, people are starting to yell at him jokingly. The old man is thinking about what kind of prank he can play on the captain next; the captain is locked in his room hiding from the old man as he is thinking of how he can get back at the old man for putting every piece of funiture he owns on the track. Dave is doing nothing, as usual, John still hasn’t showered, and Jude is just getting back from talking to his girl. CDO comes in, we laugh about last nights episode of Conan, and talk about how goofy he is, and how he drank a jar of peper juice the first week of school. Bobby is making fun of me, Pat is about to join in, I don’t care if he would just put on a shirt. And across from my desk is my roomate, and best friend since age five. He is typing on IM to his girlfriend at home, and pretending to pay attention…home seems so far away, but it feels ok to be away, especially when my buddy is there with me. He looks at me before he laughs at what just happens on the Simpsons, to see if I saw it, but i would laugh anyway cause life in general is funny, and when he is laughing, so am I. In a couple hours everyone will be in our room watching WWF, and I don’t really mind as much as I pretend to, probably beacause we really are all friends…I know that I could go to any door in that hall, save maybe two, and know I am among friends. I sit in awe of the moment and think about how the hall has become one family, how my best friend and I are closer than we will be a year from now, how many friends I’ve made…and I can’t imagine how things ever turned out this good. I am amazed at how this little room has become home, and I wish things would never change.

I wish I could go back to that hallway the way it was for a week, it would be like a vacation…I miss it so much…

Peace and Love Mikey