Back in the Saddle
Alec WeaverAugust 23, 2012 2:04 PM EDT
Well, one year has come and gone already and yet it seems as though no time has passed as I sit here atop Daisy Hill once again hacking away at a blog that will probably only be read by myself and Mr. Official Orange himself, Jeffrey "Jeff" Hinshaw. The year has already begun with a good omen; as I sat at an intersection here in Larryville, by pure happenstance "The Boys are Back in Town" began to play, and as I looked to my rearview mirror I noticed that my partner in crime was idling behind me. The serendipity sent chills down my spine. That night we met up with Jeff, and in a decision to forgo the annual freshmen block party in favor of attending one of our many hangouts, we went to Dempsey's to catch-up and exchange hopes and plans for the year. Already within one week of returning, my allies and I are falling into our various new habits and routines. Nothing of merit has happened yet, however the air is crackling with possibilities all around, and while I wait for something worthwhile to write about I will tell you about my attending of an event that has framed my year in a very profound way. TJ and I attended a ceremony called "Convocation" which was meant to give the freshmen a kick in the pants and pep them up for graduation. However, after watching this esoteric spectacle of academia and pageantry, I was the one rejuvenated. My mindset was such that upon exiting I was ready to conquer the world. I had a feeling that can only be described as "F**K YEAH! Let's get my doctorate!" I wanted to walk under the campanile already and to jump nude into the fountain in front of all the Greek houses. I wanted to become more involved and meet new people. However, as the week has rolled by I've lost that zeal. So I'm issuing a very selfish challenge to all who know me: if I complain, if I look like I'm dragging my feet, if I am otherwise the hypocritical bullshitter that I am usually, I'm asking you help me along the way. Please give me a push and remind me of how good I actually have it, and perhaps I can carry that yen of the convocation opiate all the way to 2015 when I and my allies walk triumphantly down the hill to receive our hard-earned merits.