So, the Last Semester Day 4 classes were the same ones as the Day 1 classes. But these were the first dreaded Monday classes. I worked all weekend, but that's not to say I took the two days off from class lightly.
On Friday, obviously the first day of classes, I wanted to celebrate mildly, and kick off the last semester in style. I met a co-worker at a bar after work, and we did the usual. After, though, we crashed her boyfriend's house party. When I got there, everyone was -- of course -- doing keg stands. Being the grizzled veteran that I am, I found out the house record, and proceeded to break it by two seconds. I could have gone longer, but why bother.
Come Saturday, I realized I wasn't anymore a typical college kid. Yup, the old man hangover. It was mostly because I was drinking bad beer all night. A good bottle of wine or high-quality beer just doesn't taint your body like fill-in-the-blank light. That night, it was Randy who through the all-night fiesta. It's hard to work the next day when you're up until 8 a.m. I remember Corey waking me up and it so felt like early morning. I asked him what time it was, and he replied, "It's 12:45." Ugh.
But then came Monday, the two classes and a big step. I did my senior summary (where they make sure all your classes have been taken, passed and all that). Then I signed up from graduation. A holiday indeed.
Here's to the continuation of the countdown to May 10.
On Friday, obviously the first day of classes, I wanted to celebrate mildly, and kick off the last semester in style. I met a co-worker at a bar after work, and we did the usual. After, though, we crashed her boyfriend's house party. When I got there, everyone was -- of course -- doing keg stands. Being the grizzled veteran that I am, I found out the house record, and proceeded to break it by two seconds. I could have gone longer, but why bother.
Come Saturday, I realized I wasn't anymore a typical college kid. Yup, the old man hangover. It was mostly because I was drinking bad beer all night. A good bottle of wine or high-quality beer just doesn't taint your body like fill-in-the-blank light. That night, it was Randy who through the all-night fiesta. It's hard to work the next day when you're up until 8 a.m. I remember Corey waking me up and it so felt like early morning. I asked him what time it was, and he replied, "It's 12:45." Ugh.
But then came Monday, the two classes and a big step. I did my senior summary (where they make sure all your classes have been taken, passed and all that). Then I signed up from graduation. A holiday indeed.
Here's to the continuation of the countdown to May 10.
1 comments:
"Come Saturday, I realized I wasn't anymore a typical college kid. Yup, the old man hangover. It was mostly because I was drinking bad beer all night. A good bottle of wine or high-quality beer just doesn't taint your body like fill-in-the-blank light."
Yeah, I guess it is time to grow up and face the responsibility !!!
;-)
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