I've had a lot of fun experiences lately, and I realized something.
For three years, I didn't "go" to college.
I was enrolled. I paid tuition. I went to classes. I hung out with friends. But for the most, I didn't "go" to college.
There's a corner of the college experience that doesn't take up very much time, but makes for the majority of the memories. I probably won't remember most of my class sessions, papers, or even some of the books I've read. These are all important. They're really what I paid for, and honestly they pave what paths I can take in life. But I still will not explicitly remember the majority of what I did here.
But last night, at 1 am, my friend Tim and I went to a 24-Hour Fitness hot tub. Wearing Speedos. Yes, Speedos.
After that, we went looking for an open Jack In The Box because I really,
really wanted a Ciabatta burger. We went to four, none of which were open, on what I will now affectionately call a "Jack-lap." I'll remember this.
Memories are in events like late-night cheap Mexican food runs. Or hot-tubbing. Or spontaneous road trips. Or ditching classes together and going to the beach because (let's be honest) those are often better than class. I mean, class is great and important and all, but which will you remember in ten years: that time that Dr. Lowenstein gave the kick-ass lecture on philology, or when you and four friends randomly piled into a 1991 Toyota Corolla and drove to that deli in Santa Cruz because
one person really wanted a cold cut trio?
I've gone to college a lot this last year. But ask yourself: have you?
-brian
