Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Historians Do It With Dead People

These wise words have been fluttering around my head ever since my Professor uttered them last Thursday.
I never thought I would miss Salem as much as I do. I don't miss it as a whole. I don't wish I had chosen Salem State instead, I just miss small things like apple cider doughnuts from Coffee Time and picking pumpkins out of the garden. The thought of not being in Salem for the month of October is saddening to me.
But pushing these things aside, I would not give up Chicago for the world.
For all four years of high school, I rarely went out on a weekend night. It was complicated to set up rides and people were always flaky with plans. I feel like now that I've made it to college, all of that pent up need to get out and go on adventures is seeping it's way into my everyday life. Getting up early to eat homemade chocolate pecan pie and biscuits for breakfast is always an option. Picking a random subway station can easily be justified when it ends in finding a secluded lily pond and a discussion of beautiful buildings and how much the Cubs suck.

Everything I was told about college being my time, well, back then I thought they were just telling me tall tales to get me out of their hair. I didn't think there was ever going to be a place where I could have more than one friend that shared my interests and wanted to socialize with me outside the context of a classroom.

Historically speaking, that was a privilege I never received. Not until now.

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