It has been a while since I've done this. As a result, it's tough to summarize your last month or so of college without writing a very egocentric novel, which I won't do for both of our sakes. To put it mildly, it was a very special time of my life where I worked hard and had a great time with my friends.
Now that I'm done, I'm a little nonplussed, to be honest. It's interesting to work for four years at both academics and extra-circulars and suddenly have them not mean too much. Obviously, the real value of college is the experience itself, both academic and otherwise. Nonetheless it's a little surreal to see four years of the best time of your life reduced to a single line on your resume while you move on to "real life." I don't mean that depressingly, but you have to admit, it's kind of a strange thought and even stranger feeling. I'll miss York, obviously. Rhapsody, radio, classes, lifting weights all day and all night, but mostly the great people I've met along the way.
Even that is a little different than I thought it would be. Being from Long Island, visiting friends around PA, NJ, and NY is not out of the question and will hopefully happen sooner rather than later. With that said, I always thought it would be my best friends from school that I'd miss. That's not really the case. I mean, I'll miss my best friends for sure, but at the same time, I know that my lifelong friends are always a phone call away and I don't need to see them everyday to consider them the family that I view them as. The people I find myself missing are the people in between. The people you really enjoyed being around, but didn't necessarily chill with everyday. To save them a conservative blush, I won't mention names, but I don't miss my best friends, I miss the people I know could have been if I had more time with them. With that said, I'll visit York next semester before I know it and I'm fortunate enough to have great friends here on Long Island. I feel pretty good about the whole situation.
In other, less self indulgent, news, I've picked up a Twitter account. I don't consider myself all that much worth following, but I do like to toss up the occasional joke or observation about once a week. I picked it up, because after writing my senior thesis, I realized that a Twitter was pretty handy in the sports writing world. Some people say that Twitter is contributing to the downfall of the English language. I'm not so sure that I agree. While I doubt it helps the conservation of language at all, I don't think it decays the language any more than email or texting does already. With that said, I think it says a lot about our culture that we feel compelled to share our likely less than compelling thoughts with a less than interested worldwide audience.
Is that hypocritical from a guy with a blog?
I don't think so, because a blog at least provides a palette for thought and exploration. It's a little more than saying, "going to the gym, the Beatles are awesome, or hot dogs." Not everyone is that fickle with their Twitters, nor is everyone that thoughtful with their blogs, but at least in my mind, there's a very small, but very important difference.
While Twitter is not destroying the language of a nation, it is destroying my own. One of the cool things about Twitter is that allows for the closest to interaction with celebrities than most will ever get. I've boldly ventured to send messages to Flea and Stephan Lessard (Apparently, I only converse with bassists.) and felt pretty silly as a result. Twitter makes it so that you only have 450 characters in a "tweet" (an amount which this blog post surpassed long ago). In the interest of brevity, I cut down what I wish to say, cutting unneeded words. However, in my fit of concision, I always seen to cut an important conjunction or suffix that is essential to what I'm saying. My point is, I doubt Stephan even understood what I said, and I doubt Flea thinks I can read past a fifth grade level. This is a whole new style of writing that I'm learning day by day. Right now, I'm taking my lumps, I guess.
See later, have fun in summer day with rain. (An example of my progressive regression.)
Song of the Day: "Show Me"- John Legend
Jazz Song of the Day: "Honeysuckle Rose" T. Monk