It’s funny the strange things I miss about Vassar. Obviously I miss my friends, that goes without saying, but it’s also the strange things. I miss the feeling of youth and energy that surrounds the campus. Even if all the students are absolutely exhausted and stressed there is still a constant sense of energy. In a sense I miss that, but I am also enjoying the calmness of being home. The major excitement of my day is my puppy mauling me when I get home from work. I miss watching ER and House with a certain housemate. I miss my housemates in general. It was nice having a “home” to come home to after a long day. Don’t quote me on this, but I almost miss having to cook for myself, or at least always getting to decide what I felt like eating. I know it’s been said by far too many people, but it’s the little things you miss most, the things you don’t even really pay attention to until you feel there absense.
I ran into a girl yesterday and she asked if I went to Vassar…obviously she knew my brother, big freakin surprise, but she asked if I had graduated or if I was still going. It took me about 5 seconds to say “Yeah, I’m a senior.” I obviously wasn’t going to explain things to her, but it’s annoying to have to lie about it. I guess those are the times that it stings the most.
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