Things I learned:
- The Teal bus is not evil.
- Cravings is the oddly named awesome Chinese food place.
- Fat Company™ sandwiches should be federally mandated to be sold in every state, province and territory.
- Korean burritos are the best thing to happen to tofu since oyster sauce.
- Rice Garden sucks (and this isn’t at all because my cashier greeted me with “Hola”).
My days are spent in JY, Neal and Patrick’s apartment and my nights are spent at Schmitz, Kwiatek’s and David and Anna’s house. That is not including the afternoons in the UG library trying to un-re-un-learn the stats material that my new professor has hopelessly muddled.
I’m trying to catch up on my movies and TV shows in the evening. (There’s too much sex in this House! This is an anti-dramatic season premiere!) Between wildly boring classes and sampling the local dining, I’m also attempting to get as much done as possible before the upcoming “Hell week” once I return to Purdue.
I see everyone after literally years, and everyone is different, yet more or less the same. They look and act the same and have the same haircuts and flat feet (+1 beard). But we’re all more “mature” now, which means we can hold onto our liquor better and since we’re also mostly 21, we can actually hold onto and accumulate liquor. And I suppose we’re all closer to adulthood with our over-caffeinated, hard-studying, popcorn fueled lifestyles. I know this doesn’t need repeating, but high school was a long time ago.
And now some of us perch on the cusp of the real world; 40% of the math team is graduating in May. The Fellowship of the Scholastic Bowl team will soon be broken and scattered across the state, maybe across the country.
I will not visit the Schol Bowl again. I can’t. There will be nothing left to see.