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God, I miss college.

by Courtney on August 9, 2010

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It’s been a while since I’ve uttered the phrase: “God, I miss college.” You know the phrase. You’ve said it yourself, I’m sure. I probably said it for the first two to three years post college after my first initial brushes with the real world, such as bad bosses, working for eight (plus) hours in a day, paying rent, etc. Although I’m over it now, I did have a nostalgic fueled Sunday this past weekend as I attended an Indiana University alumni sponsored send off event for local San Francisco Bay Area students.

As I was asked to speak in front of the group on the benefits of being in the Greek system, a wave of emotion came over me. I don’t know if it was 100% genuine nostalgia, or if it was 30% beer, but somewhere between “I’ve made my best friends to this day in my sorority”, and “Turning 30 in Cabo with my besties”, I felt a little lump forming, clogging up the airways…and then that old feeling came over me that said: God, I miss college.

In talking with the incoming freshman and hearing things such as “orientation” and “dorm selection”, I had shooting images in my head of my own first steps as an official student on the beautiful Indiana University campus. It was actually a really muggy day and somewhat overcast, but nothing could dampen my enthusiasm. You see, I wanted nothing more in my life up until that point than to go to IU. Being a huge basketball fan growing up, and having majah crushes on old greats such as Steve Alfred and Damon Bailey, I fantasized about what it would be like to actually be a student there, going to games…dating a star player…

And there I was – 11 years later – telling someone (who probably looks at me like an old lady) to appreciate every moment they have at IU. I reminded them of what they’ve probably been told a million times; “These four years will fly by.” I even found myself giving advice that I wish I’d been given as an incoming student. Like, if you love something, major in it – take as many classes in the subject as possible. Don’t think the only options are the big three: doctor, lawyer or business person. One guy I met was going to IU to study acting – how cool is that? If I had said that’s what I wanted to do back in the day, I think people would’ve laughed at me and said “Get suuuuurious”.

One freshman said she was a Journalism major and enjoyed writing, so I encouraged her to start a blog. It could be in the subject she intends to have a career in (such as political writing), or it could be about chronicling her college experience. The point I was making to her is that this is writing experience. And most of the time when we leave college all we have are a couple boring essay papers that no potential boss is ever going to read. She seemed genuinely intrigued by the idea of blogging and thankful for the suggestion, and that made me feel good!

Sorority girl revived

As I get older, I notice that I’m less and less of a schmoozer. I can’t stand waltzing around at company events snapping my fingers and chatting up people that I barely know. I know I should do this, but I just don’t like small talk. It’s boring and uncomfortable for the most part. But at this event, it’s like my good ‘ole sorority “rushing” persona came right back and suddenly I was working the room with the biggest smile and the most enthusiastic questions. This too, brought me back to that little sorority girl I once was.

I no longer wish I was back in college sweatin’ over a biology test or partying until 3am in bars with women’s bras and panties stapled to the ceiling. I’m over it. But then again, there’s just something about seeing the excitement and wonder in those little people’s faces and knowing what they’re about to embark on that makes me think; man, I really do miss college.

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My first spring break since college

by Courtney on February 10, 2010

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In exactly three weeks I’m leaving for Cabo San Lucas, Mexico for a long girl’s weekend. I cannot freaking wait to be laying in 85 degree weather having a hot pool boy bring me a free pina colada upon command. I say “free” because we got a sweet deal on an “all-inclusive” resort and it’ll feel free since I won’t have to pay for anything on the spot.  

This isn’t just any ‘ole vacation by the way. This is the “kiss my twenties au revoir” vacation. Another girlfriend on the trip is saying sayonara to her twenties in March as well. But she already had her first kiss-off in the Dominican Republic in January (she’s my jet-setting friend with a charmed life), so I’m a little more excited then she is, I’m assuming.

This vacay has been in the planning stages for years. I believe around the age of 25 we girls talked about celebrating our 30th birthdays in Italy. But we’re now settling for Cabo (don’t cry for us). As I’m sure all girls do, we are of course comparing this trip to the one taken by Carrie, Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte in the “Sex in the City” movie. We already know who Samantha is (jet-setter) but we argue over who is Carrie. I get tossed Charlotte’s name but only because I’m the only married girl. I’m not like Charlotte, FYI. But instead of mourning a failed wedding day we’ll officially be celebrating the brand new engagement of one of the other girls who thinks she’s Carrie!

Now I haven’t had a “spring break” since college so this is going to be a little different. Aside from jet-setter, most of us haven’t had a girls trip since the good ‘ole sorority days (Vegas doesn’t count).  In Cancun back in ’01 we were doing booze cruises, making out with hot strangers, walking barefoot home from the bars by ourselves, and going to bed at 4am only to get up at 7am to be in the audience of Jerry Springer’s MTV spring break show.

Things have changed a bit these days. Our standards are higher. We’re essentially grannys who want to spend half our time at the spa and the other half eating at nice restaurants. We’ll probably get sleepy at the hotel bar around 10pm from too much sun exposure and one too-many daytime margs. We’ll be taking advantage of the early bird breakfast this time around because we’ll actually be awake for it. And we’ll definitely cringe at any spring breaker who comes up to us and tries to hump our leg.

Yes, we’re getting older and it shows. We want the finer things in life which include eight hours of sleep, no hangover mornings, and relaxed shoulders. Do I miss those spring break days of yesteryear? A little. Would I trade them for our granny “Sex in the City” vacation next month? Hell to the no!

I’m almost 30 and I’ve earned the right to be classy!

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