College:

Its interesting to look back and see what my plans for college were seven-months ago. I felt pretty confident about going to Missoula at the time– it seemed like the best place I could go in-state; it had my major (I was seriously considering journalism at the time), the perfect distance away from home, and a “new-place-to-explore” atmosphere. I shared these plans with my friends and family, and even began to buy a few things for my dorm. It seemed like my path was set, and that the only thing between me and my future was senior year.

Fast-forward to today: I’m planning on going to college in Bozeman and majoring in Biochemisty.

Why the sudden change? There are multiple reasons: 1. I decided that journalism was no longer a feasible career choice. 2. Missoula is a very odd town… 3. I don’t like being around mass populations of people who don’t shower regularly, play disc-based games obsessively, and play acoustic guitars in awkward circles.

Those are just a few reasons, but I’m sure you get the picture. 😉

Basically, Bozeman is just better (and they have a really sweet-looking dorm building that I’m hoping to get a single room in).

I’m looking forward to the months ahead. With all of the college activity,  it seems weird to think of myself as a high school senior. It reminds me of something a former English teacher once said while discussing why she enjoyed teaching Sophomores the most. “Freshman are wild– they’re too ‘new’ and still trying to figure out who they are. Juniors are looking forward to being the kings of the school next year, and seniors are mentally lost in the months ahead.” Looking back on my high school career, I find myself agreeing with her. If there is any “normal” version of the high school student, it will probably found in the sophomore class, where the students are too young to be lost in what’s ahead and too old to be excessively awkward.

I’m also a bit sad to let West go. I remember walking through the halls of West on my first day of Senior year, thinking of all the people I was excited to see. When I realized that some of these people were gone (they were former seniors who graduated last Spring), I was pretty depressed. It’s almost as if seniors “fall off the grid” after graduation; they are no longer apart of the enclosed high school community. They are now a full-time member of the “real” world. I realize now that in a couple of months I will join them. I will abandon my younger friends at West and officially enter the “real” world.

I will be one of the “missing” people next year.

“Anyway, I kept standing next to that crazy cannon, looking down at the game and freezing my ass off. Only, I wasn’t watching the game too much. What I was really hanging around for, I was trying to feel some kind of a good-by. I mean I’ve left schools and places I didn’t even know I was leaving them. I hate that. I don’t care if it’s a sad good-by or a bad good-by, but when I leave a place I like to know I’m leaving it. If you don’t, you feel even worse.”

The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger

How will you say good-bye to high school?

– Will

6 responses to “College:

  1. Roskie? I’m not surprised. 😛

  2. opie– this is beautiful. i’m really gonna miss you more than i will anyone else here.
    everyone reading this– i promise i’ll start posting as regularly as i used to. finals+grounded=me dropping off the face of the internet for a while. i miss this.

  3. I’mma say two – no… three things.

    One – it’s much better to have joined the real world than wanting to keep living in an imaginary one. I can see going back to West once or maybe even twice a year – I still wanna go say hey to some of my old instructors and of course a few old friends (you included, but most definitely AJ as well – we’ll toss around the rugby ball some and maybe try and get a basic drill going or God-forbid a game). But I know of quite a few people who graduated before I did and still go back at least once a week. It seems completely ridiculous to me, even though the real world can be a biit of a bitch.

    Two – Roskie would have rocked. That’s where I was gonna stay. Pie shaped rooms for the win.

    Three – what you were talking about there, with the guitar thing, is actually the real definition of a “circle jerk” for two reasons: they’re all a bunch of wankers, and only they get any pleasure out of what they’re doing.

    OK, four, I’m still a liar – the real world is pretty bad-ass. You learn how to deal with people you don’t know a lot better. I know I’ll miss ya kid, but I will come to visit at some point.

    And yes, I can just appear like that. I am Roy Killington, after all.

    • 1. Who goes back to West once a week after graduating? I mean, I’m going to miss West a bit, but that seems a bit obsessive. And a bit creepy.

      2. F*ck yeah. I just hope that I didn’t turn my housing app in too late to get a room there.

      3. Now that I know what those circles are, I feel the need to visit a psychiatrist. And a police officer. (Just as long as I don’t have to see the “Where did the strange man touch you, Billy?” doll.)

      4. You’d better! ha. I’ll be in Billings during the breaks and maybe during a couple of weekends. I’ll text ya when I’m down in B-town.

      5. (Whoa, oneupsmanship ftw) You, Kelci, and I need to hang out sometime. I’m thinking a classy tour of Montana Avenue at midnight would fit the bill. (ha.)

  4. I’mma stop the arms race before Korea ends up shooting a missile at somebody (baZINGA!) and just leave it that you’d better try and join the rugby team there, man. It’s a blast so far, and I have connections. If you can find a Baxter Brown, tell him you know me. Cool kid, that’s for sure.

    Also, hookers for the win. We could go to Big Sky Books and leave Kelci in the car while we shop for… literary and visual masterpieces? Yeah, let’s go with that. It’s where I took Matt as soon as I could while he was here.

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