Tuesday, April 28, 2009
[curtain call]
time: 12:43pm
current song: teenage riot [sonic youth]
The culmination of the last nine months can be summed up in this one picture.
This has everything to with college. This has nothing to do with college. I could see Atlanta from up there, which was a good 40 minute drive, which is more like a 70 minute drive when you factor in Atlanta traffic. It was poetic. Now, for those of you who are wondering how being 17 stories up on a giant piece of steel that slings you around at a top speed of 70mph, let me start from the beginning:
Around three months ago, in a heated argument with my dear friends Jimmy and Josh about theme parks and where we should all take a trip together. After the idea of going to Hershey Park was rejected at least three different times, someone said something about Six Flags.
Silence, and then, "We should go to Six Flags for Jair's (and David's birthday, which I failed to remember >.>;) birthday" came quietly out of my mouth.
And from that moment on, I knew I was screwed.
And I was, my dears, I was. The next three months would be filled with writing the same list over and over again, trying to figure out how to book a hotel because I've never done it before, calculating (and everyone knows how much I have a vehemenent hatred for math), asking people for money, running back and forth, and on top of that, I still had to conquer those 19 hours and my two-month illness. When I tell you that I was a walking "You owe me money" zombie, I'm not even joking.
So when I was on top of that rollercoaster, able to see the Atlanta skyline, next to two friends, knowing that 8 others were at the bottom with me and we had made that trip happen was probably one of the most amazing feelings I'd ever felt in my entire life.
That's what it's about, prospective students. Not some rank in a book, not some piece of flimsy piece of paper that no one will remember in 50 years, but moments like these. I know it's decision time, and honestly, I (and most of my friends) made our decisions on a whim. Around this time a year ago, my friend Jimmy hit my shoulder with a grin and yelled repeatedly, "You're going to UT."
And here I am.
Go where you're going to maximize your amazing moments. To hell with the loans, to hell with the rankings. Do what you have to, it's not the end of the world♥
current song: teenage riot [sonic youth]
The culmination of the last nine months can be summed up in this one picture.
This has everything to with college. This has nothing to do with college. I could see Atlanta from up there, which was a good 40 minute drive, which is more like a 70 minute drive when you factor in Atlanta traffic. It was poetic. Now, for those of you who are wondering how being 17 stories up on a giant piece of steel that slings you around at a top speed of 70mph, let me start from the beginning:
Around three months ago, in a heated argument with my dear friends Jimmy and Josh about theme parks and where we should all take a trip together. After the idea of going to Hershey Park was rejected at least three different times, someone said something about Six Flags.
Silence, and then, "We should go to Six Flags for Jair's (and David's birthday, which I failed to remember >.>;) birthday" came quietly out of my mouth.
And from that moment on, I knew I was screwed.
And I was, my dears, I was. The next three months would be filled with writing the same list over and over again, trying to figure out how to book a hotel because I've never done it before, calculating (and everyone knows how much I have a vehemenent hatred for math), asking people for money, running back and forth, and on top of that, I still had to conquer those 19 hours and my two-month illness. When I tell you that I was a walking "You owe me money" zombie, I'm not even joking.
So when I was on top of that rollercoaster, able to see the Atlanta skyline, next to two friends, knowing that 8 others were at the bottom with me and we had made that trip happen was probably one of the most amazing feelings I'd ever felt in my entire life.
That's what it's about, prospective students. Not some rank in a book, not some piece of flimsy piece of paper that no one will remember in 50 years, but moments like these. I know it's decision time, and honestly, I (and most of my friends) made our decisions on a whim. Around this time a year ago, my friend Jimmy hit my shoulder with a grin and yelled repeatedly, "You're going to UT."
And here I am.
Go where you're going to maximize your amazing moments. To hell with the loans, to hell with the rankings. Do what you have to, it's not the end of the world♥
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1 Comments:
This post is Awesome.
I'm inspired to make a great roadtrip now.
Keep em' Comin'
-Nate
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