Hey everybody! Sydney’s here, and ready to tell you about a life-changing revelation she had.
Ready for it????…
…I go to college
I know, it’s quite shocking. I bet the New York Times will be covering this soon, but it is true. I go to college.
This became blatantly obvious when home over break, because you’re faced with the challenge of seeing the friends you’ve missed, while missing the friends you’ve seen…if that makes any sense.
I mean, you come home and the first thing you do (after eating your favorite meal) is call up your friends. I recently hung out with my friend Rachel to decorate ginormous gingerbread men (BAM! We are clearly really, really, ridiculously cool). And. It. Was. So. Fun.
And later that day, I hung out with more friends that I missed…except they were located all across the country (group skype is God’s gift to college kids). You guessed it…these kids were also Blue Jays.
Now, you might be saying “But Syd! You just saw them days ago! Aren’t you sick of them?” And I would respond by saying “Yes, I am incredibly sick of my friends at school. They are soooo uncool.”
And then I would mention that I am incredibly sarcastic.
You need your home-friends for a lot of things. To stay rooted. To relate to the first 18 years of life. To decorate ginormous cookies with. But you also need your school friends for lots of things. To relate to the next four years of your life. To plan all the fun things you are going to do next semester. To remind yourself that you go to the best university on the planet (again, I must mention that I am clearly not biased).
My Wisconsin friends are moving on with their lives just as I am, so hanging with them involves a lot of catching up to what is happening in the present. This makes you miss those who are in your present, your Hopkins buddies. Still, these friends will have a lot of catching up to do involving your past. It is a delicate balance of these that makes the best group of friends.
So this holiday season, I will be chilling with my friends from Wisconsin. And Florida. And New York. And California. And Connecticut. And everywhere else. And that, my friends, is the way it should be.