I was in such a hurry to finish school and get a real job. And now that I've been done for over a year and working, all I can think about is how much I'd love to do it all over again.
Laurier Homecoming over the weekend definitley left me feeling a little nostalgic for those days gone by. Man, I miss being a student. I felt like a bitter, middle-aged woman berrating Graham's little brother at the bar about how he should stay in school as long as possible. "Don't be in a rush to graduate," I remember practically yelling in his face. With a pang of jealousy, we all went on and on about how the next four years were going to be the best of his life. "Yeah, I guess it'll be fun..." he replied nodding. He has absolutley no idea. He probably thought we were all insane! Oh to be 18 again. There's so much I'd do differently and about an equal amount I'd do just the same. Wow, I really sound old don't I?
This is not to say that I look back on the weekend with any sadness. Quite the opposite actually. It was really great getting together with everyone in Waterloo. It was great knowing that no matter where I went, I was bound to bump into someone I hadn't talked to in ages. We rocked out to the live band at the Fox, just like it was first year and I was there drinking for the 10th consecutive Thursday in a row. Graham performed a stunning rendition of Monster Mash two nights in a row entertaining an eclectic crowd of Silver Spur clientele. We went to the football game and saw about 7 mins of football, focusing our efforts on drinking as many cans of beer as we could successfully carry at one time. We ate breakfast at Bennys, we had a drink at Morty's and probably most amusing, we went back to 22 Hickory and had a drink with the new people that live there. A penguin lawn ornament was borrowed and defaced, people were "asked" to leave a campus drinking establishment, the Moses Springer pool had some end-of-season, late-night swimmers and the Comfort Inn is left busy cleaning up the area outside our rooms that looks more like a trailer park than a hotel.
So maybe we've all grown up a bit but certainly, if the weekend proved anything at all, it's that we can all still party like it's frosh week!
Till next year...
Laurier Homecoming over the weekend definitley left me feeling a little nostalgic for those days gone by. Man, I miss being a student. I felt like a bitter, middle-aged woman berrating Graham's little brother at the bar about how he should stay in school as long as possible. "Don't be in a rush to graduate," I remember practically yelling in his face. With a pang of jealousy, we all went on and on about how the next four years were going to be the best of his life. "Yeah, I guess it'll be fun..." he replied nodding. He has absolutley no idea. He probably thought we were all insane! Oh to be 18 again. There's so much I'd do differently and about an equal amount I'd do just the same. Wow, I really sound old don't I?
This is not to say that I look back on the weekend with any sadness. Quite the opposite actually. It was really great getting together with everyone in Waterloo. It was great knowing that no matter where I went, I was bound to bump into someone I hadn't talked to in ages. We rocked out to the live band at the Fox, just like it was first year and I was there drinking for the 10th consecutive Thursday in a row. Graham performed a stunning rendition of Monster Mash two nights in a row entertaining an eclectic crowd of Silver Spur clientele. We went to the football game and saw about 7 mins of football, focusing our efforts on drinking as many cans of beer as we could successfully carry at one time. We ate breakfast at Bennys, we had a drink at Morty's and probably most amusing, we went back to 22 Hickory and had a drink with the new people that live there. A penguin lawn ornament was borrowed and defaced, people were "asked" to leave a campus drinking establishment, the Moses Springer pool had some end-of-season, late-night swimmers and the Comfort Inn is left busy cleaning up the area outside our rooms that looks more like a trailer park than a hotel.
So maybe we've all grown up a bit but certainly, if the weekend proved anything at all, it's that we can all still party like it's frosh week!
Till next year...
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Great lede M
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