I decided to go through some of my old university notebooks today. Wow.... that took me back. I ended up throwing most of them out... don't worry, I recycled. It was really an expensive box of recyclables. I spent tens of thousands of dollars on those lecture notes and papers and exam booklets and planners. Was it all worth it? I'm not sure. It was a means to an end-- I needed to go to university to be what I wanted to be, so perhaps necessary evil is a more appropriate term.
When I was going through all of my notes, however, I found pages of notes that my one friend and I would write back and forth to each other during class. We'd sit at the back and just jot down jokes, cracking each other up all class.
Anyway, I called her as I was going through the stuff and we laughed and laughed. I miss those times in so many ways. We'd all stress and stress about our work, but wow, we really had it pretty easy-- 16 hours of class a week! And while I don't see my university friends as much as I'd like to, we did share a lot of goodtimes (sic). So many late nights, just sitting up talking or watching a movie or sharing some drinks. I had much firmer deadlines then, but much more time to complete what I needed to. I don't think there's ever been a time in my life where I knew my friends better than when I was at university. My relationships were very much closer, most likely due to similar schedules. And proximity.
Maybe university was worth it after all.
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