The end is getting closer, and it’s becoming more obvious. Just yesterday I received an email detailing the extensive moving out process. I don’t even want to think about hauling all of this stuff that I’ve accumulated over the year back to Dacula, and I especially don’t want to think about the three long months that I’ll be away from Athens and all of my friends. So, in order to help ease the pain of leaving paradise on Earth aka college at UGA, I’m making a “Things I’m Not Going to Miss About Being a Freshman” list:
+ The Brumby Hill+ The Cookie of the Day (I will miss it, but my thighs will celebrate their
absence)
+ PAWS (You’re more fickle than Georgia weather in March)
+ Papers. Tests. Reading. Papers. Papers. Papers.
+ My Shower Caddy
+ Not being able to see the back of my closet
+ Not being able to reach the top of my closet
+ Climbing into bed
+ The long walk to the bathroom
+ Fourth Meal
+ Visitation Hours
+ Fire Alarms
+ Having to get out of bed before two on Sunday in order to make it to
breakfast
+ Getting sick every other week from “you don’t even want to know what
grows in the dorms” –University Health Center doctor
+ Walking to class in hot weather, cold weather, rainy weather, etc.
It took me nearly thirty minutes to compile this list because the negatives are so few and far between, and in all honesty, the negatives aren’t even that bad. Griping about the Brumby Hill and the burnt cinnamon roll induced fire alarms at three in the morning have brought me together with many of my friends, and the freshman experience would not be complete without the inevitable drawbacks of college life.
Recently, it's come to my attention that I’m an incredibly sentimental and slightly neurotic person. It seems that everything is becoming “a last.” The last time I’ll ever eat “The Pie”. The last time I’ll ever do laundry in the dorm (which in all honesty was back in February. Thanks, Mom!). The last time I’ll ever sleep on three different futons in one weekend. It’s becoming a bit of a problem, especially because I’m using this as an excuse to eat nearly everything in the dining hall. Don’t judge me for eating seven servings of banana pudding. It’s the last time I’ll ever get to eat the meal plan’s perfect blend of bananas, vanilla wafers, and whipped cream. While I’m sad that I’ll never get to stuff myself with banana pudding again, one of the saddest moments will be when I wear my boots downtown for the last time. Back in June, I made a “College Essentials” list and topping the list was cowboy boots. I bought my beloved boots explicitly for college and the many yet to be worn outfits that they would complete. Over the past year, nearly every “going out” dress that I’ve purchased has had to fit one incredibly important credential: Will it go with the boots?
It’s hard to believe that this year has gone by so quickly, and I never would have guessed how emotional the end was going to be. I can only imagine the sadness that’s going to beseech me in three years, but I’m not even going to think about that. So, until then, I’m going to continue living the life of a Georgia Bulldog and making the most of these fleeting days. And wearing my boots, of course.
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