End of Semester Synopsis
Three and a half months, and what have I accomplished? A 3.8, I suppose. But they were all easy classes, with nice professors, well except for maybe writing. She was nice, but tough. If only this semester could be that easy, but alas, you can only take so many introductory courses.
But college isn’t all about classes and grades and credits. It would be a lot easier to focus if it was, but it would be about as fun as middle school, which just sucks, especially in P. G., but I digress. Watched the soccer team come back to beat Coastal (punks) for the Big South regular season title, and then watched them win in OT for the Big South Tourney Championship, and happily fired all the trash talk back at the Coastal fans (bigger punks) who quickly and quietly ran, not walked, ran, back to their bus.
Later, three other guys crammed into my car with me to go see us play in the NCAA tourney, at 3 pm, game started at 6:30. Two hours later we got back on I-85 in Concord (50 miles from Rock Hill) after using US 29 (stoplights anyone?) to avoid traffic. An hour and a half later we arrive in the Chapel Hill city limits (115 miles), Maryland driving style help with that one. We subsequently took the wrong exit and spent 15 minutes in a neighborhood that seemed to have no exit. Then, after taking the right turn, actually it was a left, but anyways, we spent more than half an hour driving around campus looking for the soccer stadium/a place to park, UNC tours anyone? We only went the wrong way down streets a couple times, I think. We finally got to the game at halftime, just in time to see UNC score 4 goals in the second half, which is about how many shots we had in the game. It was definitely an adventure, and everyone got back in one piece. They may have been scared shitless, but they survived. Ah, the memories.
I saw Coastal’s women XC team crush everyone in the Big South Championship meet. I also saw the Pens give up 2 goals in the 3rd period to lose to the Canes 3-2. But it was alright, I had a Fear the Turtle shirt on, and Maryland had come back to beat NC State earlier that day. They couldn’t say nuthin’ to me. As for stuff I saw on campus: Recycled Percussion, Slam Poetry, one-act plays, all of them were pretty cool.
And then there’s that whole making friends thing. I met most of the male cheerleaders, since they were hanging around with my roommate, they were all pretty cool. And then there’s that R.A. guy, he’s tight. And the Matthew2 squared room, they are both cool. And that girl that speaks Texan, originally from Cincy. And that girl who runs, who went to that small high school in Howard County. And all those volleyball people. And those people I eat dinner with. And last but not least, Arthur, King of the Obvious, I mean Britons, yeah, King of the Britons. Just a rundown of some of the stuff I remember: The Kid, carving pumpkins, the gingerbread house, cards at the Roasting Co., pool at the coffeehouse, the unfinished Risk game, getting crushed in football, showing Pierre how to rebound.
All in all, it was a good semester. I didn’t get lynched, or killed by a pack of squirrels. I have yet to find the real Democrats around here, though, where the hell are they?