Ugh, I hate thinking about stuff like this. Call me an intentional naïveté, but at the moment it feels like my college friends are going to be around for a long time. And let's be real, thirty years from now, I'm probably not going to be great friends with everyone I'm good friends with at this exact moment, but can't I keep a few? This story seems to present the idea that once college is over you will slowly but surely embark on your own life without your college friends. Which is probably true to a certain extent, but man, oh man, does that suck.
I'm sick of stories about miserable adults. Being a real grown-up is scary enough with literature constantly reminding me of all the really bad stuff. I'm not in denial, and I'm sure by the time I'm a senior I'll be read to move on, just like in high school, but after reading this story, my first reaction was just like, jeez, can't I just stay in school forever?
Now, now, as I said, I'm sure the time to move on will come. But it did get me thinking about and appreciating the glorious time of life that is being college student. When else will I be beholden to pretty much no one but myself? My work, my school work, is important but I'm not changing anyone's life but my own. I eat what I want when I want (possibly a poor choice, hello, bathing suit season). I'm not denying for a second that life is perfect, or that anyone here does absolutely work their tail off or have real problems. And the time will come for real jobs (I mean, I serve waffles now, and I love it, I eat a chocolate chip waffle with strawberries every Saturday, but it isn't a career exactly), and maybe getting married and/or having children, and that stuff is great, but isn't it a little awesome to be able to walk down to Oakland and get ice cream whenever you please and to go to parties in people's basements and try new things and laugh about stupid things and have off in the summertime?
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