PrintThe final days of my sophomore year are approaching, and so is the final issue of The Eye. As of last Friday, my mind has on repeat the melancholic culmination of a night out and a year done: “It’s like, half over, dude.” Hardly Shakespeare, the statement piqued my memories which may hold something, of some worth, to someone. Some similar variations I know every student will undoubtedly hear within the coming weeks: “Where did the time go?” or, “I love you, man!” Listen for them, and learn from the conversation that will ensue.
Though I’d like to think I could shake off these sorts of platitudes, I cannot help but take the halfway mark of college seriously. What have I done—and more importantly—where am I going? A brief review of my accomplishments in college does not inspire any optimism: 1) According to my professors, what I’ve done is worth a bit more than a B, but nevertheless, is less than superior. 2) According to Butler library, I’ve racked up more than $88 in late charges. 3) According to the elevators, literally all of them, my inability to answer the ever-present question, “China?” yields the punishment of the door opening onto that awkward, terrifying limbo of floors. 4) I literally failed Barnard golf. 5) My most college-y night of college was on the first night of college.
The list can go on—and if you want, flag me down and I’ll happily keep going—and if my very specific foray down memory lane failed to reach some readers, I apologize. But I bet some of you out there, like me, have a similar list. Anyone recall Professor Chaney’s “The Road”? Can you remember his youthful turn of phrase, his gently-faded red wings? What about when your arm was pinned underneath that rogue branch and Barnard Health Services sent you to voicemail? Do you remember slowly bleeding? That time Romas turned you away from 1020 after you thwarted his bizarre advances? And if those do not apply, how about that one time on 113th when we saw that kid—with the pizza? I know. That was hilarious.
Hang out with your friends this week, before finals suck out your soul. Reminisce about the stupid things you’ve done together, the best shows you went to, the things you’ve written. Obviously it’s half over, but just going over what happened up until now will be such a choice way to cool out.