Sorry to all my followers for the inactivity on my blog. When I say I am sorry to my followers, I mean I am sorry Swain, but for some reason I have a strong urge to blog. I am laying here in my bed at 1 am. My house in Vancouver is silent and everything is still. I feel as I pound away at the keys of my laptop, there is the possibility of me waking up my entire family. It is a Friday night and I am home and in bed completely sober. I have not had a Friday night where I haven’t been “funified” (that’s for you Rabbit Slayer) in quite awhile. I am laying here, unable to sleep because of all the various thoughts running through the head. When I left Pullman for the six hour car ride to Vancouver, I only could think of one thing: Pullman.
You can knock on Pullman for being in the middle of nowhere, but who would have thought such a small town could be that important to me. In just one year, Pullman has introduced me to new people, began to show me who I really am, and has given me an idea what the hell I want to do with my life. I am truly blessed to have spent an entire year at Washington State and to have had the experiences I had. Seeing everything WSU has done for me in my first year, it has gotten me truly excited for next year and the years following, where the cluster kids and I can enjoy each other’s company outside of Joe Choi’s and Stimson’s watchful eyes.
Though dorm life has had its ups and downs, I cannot knock it completely. Like Arne mentioned in his latest post, the dorms have given me an opportunity to begin friendships that I can see last a lifetime. I love the cluster kids and everything we experienced. Whether it be first semester enjoying the arguments of Jonny and Brendan, playing flag football and getting our ass kicked by the Mushy Jams in the playoffs, and just the overall experience of having Brian Swain as a roommate, or even second semester, with addition of Jeff Hanes and Ellie and the incorporation of Haley and Lindsay, it has been a blast. I loved every second of it, even DJ BJ’s line: BLOW UP.
The last month of school was probably the best month of the school year. Things really began to fall in place. As I packed this week, or as I should say, as my mom packed my stuff today in my dorm, I began to feel something that I felt when I initially left Vancouver for Pullman. I felt a sense of leaving my comfort zone, and the sense of time just running at a pace that I could not keep up with. Sadly enough, I grew attached to Stimson as a home, and it really saddened me to see all the posters off the wall and the couch not on milk crates. But, what is more of a bummer is the fact that time is not slowing down. Sadly friends, we are one year removed from high school and if you look at life daily you really notice no change from day to day, but if you look back to August or even to last month, a ton has changed. Don’t let time consume you, enjoy the moment because I know I am enjoying mine.
