September 8th rolls around this year and while freshmen celebrate a new chapter in their lives, I can't help but feel a little envious. I want to body paint, pie the leaders in the face, wear funny clothes, act a fool, wave my arms like I just don't care...!

I think what I miss the most is being part of something with a whole lot of people who are feeling the same way: Nervous, excited...

It's sad to understand that my time in the educational system has come to an end. Gone are the academic days of late night essays and gabbing on the phone about who-did-what-with-who. We've been conditioned to schedule our lives around school that when it is all said and done, the lingering question is Now What?

-Make some money? (Need a job)
-Get a job, start a career. (Do those four years of studying American Lit help at all?)
-Move out. (Broke)

A list like this makes me want to go back and be in 3rd grade again when all that I can see ahead of me is school school school. Way back when "growing up" was a pretty concept saved for your imagination.

Still, frosh week is a happy time. A time of uncertainty and the realization of dreams come true.



HAPPY FROSHING!