The Last Day of Freshman Year

Currently listening to: Deadringer

Okay, well it's not really the LAST day. I still have an exam on Wednesday. But still. Last day of classes. I woke up at 12, without a hangover surprisingly - after an awesome night last night. Let's not elaborate.

Anyways... it's weird that school's over. And I'll be home in a while. Helped V pack all his shit up and move it into his car with his parents. I gave him my bottle opener; which is basically a Heineken bottle that I drained. I never wanted to buy a bottle opener cos it's... a little clunky I guess. I'd probably lose it. And hey, it's a good trick to show people that you can open a beer bottle with another. Signs of a true alcoholic. So anyways, I wrote a message on the bottle:

To: V for Vikash (the V drawn with the circle around it, a la Vendetta)

The closest family I got 30,000 miles from home.
-PSU 006
-BA 241
-ENG 015A

Love ya Bro.

It's nice to find someone you can talk to, and also have comfortable silence with. According to him, I'm just like his brother who goes to BC. His name's Akash, and he's a junior. Weirdly enough, I should be a junior, so we're practically the same age. He told me it was good that we met, because I'd help to keep him in line and out of trouble. It makes me think about Gab. Somehow I feel that I spent a lot of time hanging out with my friends, with Bre, studying, and cycling/exercising that I never really talked to him a lot. It's never too late to start being his friend I suppose. I just wanna be there when he graduates, when he goes to NS, and when he's done with NS and going to college. Not to be a bitch and whip him into shape, but just to make sure he becomes the best person he can and the person he wants to be.




So the semester flew by. Like THAT. It was just yesterday that I moved into my dorm room, thinking "what the flying F. this is so small!"... then getting used to it. I thought I had nothing to put into all the shelves and spaces. But I was wrong. Now My place is just packed with s***. I have no idea how I'm gonna bring all that home. Haha.

Merry X'Mas!!.... Again.

It's actually Easter Sunday. But hey, what the hell. Why not swing it around a little and make things interesting by confusing people? Vivian (Pimpette in my FRIENDS section) says "why not throw in Hannukah while you're at it!"... HAPPY HANNUKAH AND YOM-KIPPUR!!!

Anyways since everyone is home this weekend. I went out w/Jamie to the movies, w/her roommates Lauren and Jess. Twas' a good night, as we had a "double feature". $5.25 for Take the Lead, and Scary Movie 4. If you haven't seen either, it's okay. Just download the soundtrack to Take the Lead. It's bangin. Scary Movie 4 is funny. You gotta see it stoned.

And because it is such a fun-filled-campus-empty weekend, I haven't had any alcohol. Okay one beer. And I finally got time to go out to take photos!

Palmer Museum of Art Column:


Fountain outside one of my classes:




The Palmer Museum of Art:




A Bunch of Random Shiet:






And something to end it off:

We were merely freshmen....

Currently listening to: Breathe Me (Mylo remix) by Sia
Currently stuck in my head: The Freshmen by The Verve Pipe

As freshman year draws to a close, this stupid song starts playing in my head. Reminds of 1999. ISM. Freshman year. Drunk as fuck on the weekends, Math class with Manika and Liana, all those times in the caf, playing guitar w/the ladies around me. The plaid shirts and skate shoes. The enormous crush I had on Jean. IASAS track at SAS. "What made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise... For the life of me, I cannot believe we'd ever die for these sins, we were merely freshmen....."

Tis' a lonely Sunday at Penn State. Slaving away at Pattee (the libes) for my religious studies test tomorrow. I've only had the worst week of my life since coming here, but hey, it can only get better right? I mean, bombing a test after studying a full week for it, then bombing a stat quiz the day after. At least I went out on Fri night w/the ladies. That was the only pleasant thing. Slaved thru Saturday in the snow at 8am. (FOR FUCK'S SAKES! IT'S THE 8th OF APRIL!! SNOW?!!? AM I IN PENN STATE OR IN ALASKA MAN??) Then had this Student Mentor workshop from 12-4. Twas' a long day. Then sleep......

And now it's Sunday. Back to slaving.

Oh, college rocks my fuckin socks off. Seriously.

ps. I received an email from LTC Ng Hee Teck... (it was "from: Eric Ng Hee Teck").. but I don't think anyone calls him Eric. Maybe his wife. It was regarding the First-Sunday-Of-The-Month-Run (they should acronymize it to FSOTM Run, i mean hey, it's SAF right?) and how two or more cohorts were getting together to run. It strikes me how dedicated he is, and how firm his belief in integrity was/still is. I respect that a lot, and I wanna just say I'm really appreciative of how Foxtrot tried to murder us when we were cadets, so that we'd be able to survive the rest of our lives.

This morning I thought about what LTA (now LTA NS) Syed said before we became 'Sirs' ourselves. "If I can think after 4 days of no sleep, no shower, no food, and I have men's lives depend on the decisions I make, then University will be a joke. Air conditioning, coffee anytime I want, a nice bed - comfort. I can do anything I want." Resiliency was a key quality my team decided a Mentor had to have. I guess it's just a good character trait to have in general. Never give up. Don't be a quitter. You don't fail, you learn.

I am forever in gratitude to these two men. Amen.