I don’t know if it’s because I transferred after my freshman year, or if time really does fly when you’re having fun, but it doesn’t seem like I should be going into my senior year. Everyone else seems surprised by this too; family and friends always give me that “Are you serious?” look when I tell them that I’m going to be graduating in May 2009.

Even some of my buddies at school go, “Oh, yeah…,” when I remind them that I won’t be around to see all of the nifty things that are opening on my campus for Fall 2009. (Seriously, I’m paying for the school to build a new cafeteria and a new theater, but I don’t get to see them? What the hell is that about?)

To say I’m nervous is kind of an obvious. I have a ton of things to do this upcoming school year. I have to take twenty credits this fall and somehow have sixteen more by the time I graduate so I can actually graduate. I need two more creative writing classes to fulfill my Creative Writing minor. I need to find somewhere to take a Spanish 102 class, as I took the first half in a summer course (which you might have read me groaning about), but never quite crossed the finish line. Read More »

Around this time of year, colleges all across the country have that famous last hurrah party. A school chum of mine actually just called and informed me that tonight is my alama matter’s big Courtyard Party — which is basically a night dedicated to getting wasted and grabbing people you haven’t talked to for four years and tearfully telling them how much you’re going to totally miss them.

If I remember correctly (and I drank a LOT of PBR that night, so I can’t be sure), my last hurrah party experience was dedicated to finding a cute hippie I had loved in vain for two years and attempting to tell him how much my heart overflowed whenever he was near.

He was even drunker than I was and so it didn’t work out. But man, did I give it my all.

As did the student body at Wesleyan University a few nights ago. According to a liveblog dedicated to a last hurrah party at the University, cops and dogs and riot gear were totally cramping students’ style as they attempted to party four years away.

“Dogs barking, megaphone order to disperse. Mace brandished. General Disarray. Continued bustle of people. Read More »