Brewskis with my Broskies
I’m not one for super personal and reflective posts, but the emotional shit storm that’s currently being kicked up by my college graduation is leaving me a bit sentimental.
Four years ago, people warned me about coming to Rutgers saying, “It’s just going to be like high school.” With over 30,000 students enrolled to the University and a large chunk of my graduating high school class entering Rutgers, I wasn’t surprised. Others assured me that the school and its four campuses were big enough to avoid any old faces that would remind me of memories worth forgetting.
Luckily for me, I managed to carry along the best part of my high school years all throughout my college career. For the last two years, I’ve had the privilege of living with four of my best friends from high school. A part of it was the convenience of living with familiar faces. Another was our own way to spite all the friends and family members who told us that we’d be forced to go our separate ways after high school. In hindsight, a lot of it is unreal - like something that only happens in cheap teen sitcoms to keep a storyline together after the characters graduate. Yes there were fights..and fists…and tears (I once threw a bowl at my roommate’s face, Jersey Shore style, which escalated into a household affair to break us up - damn proud of it). Still, all of us can agree that the last two years have been the best two years of our lives.
The day after exams ended, we reverted right back to our high school routine by spending the day playing football at the beach. For a moment, it seemed like the last four years was a dream. So little had changed, with the exception of the beers we were drinking and the $80,000+ that we had spent on a college education. But as we drank (and continued to drink…and drink as the night progressed), we knew that our chapter together would soon be coming to a close. That night we did our best to cherish the remaining time that we have together, and the little responsibilities we carry.
Cheers, to the best two years of our lives! Viva la 138!