Thank you my old university chums, for making me feel like I'm not a failure.
For a little bit there, I almost forgot you all existed. Hanging out reminded me of Biology and Chem labs, frantic studying in lounges, study rooms, the dungon and using made up words like reticulous, redonculous, and bejoinkers. I've always told myself that I'd never be one of those people that decided their lives peaked in high school or university and all else to follow would be doom and gloomy. In that promise to myself to always think of the rest of my life as full of more exciting adventures than the ones I've had, I think I kind of forgot to reminisce as much as I should about the good times that were had. It makes me feel ok that there are people who have the same education and goals as I do who are in the exact same boat. Working at jobs that are sufficient for the time being, but not at all what we're designed to be doing, and hopefully looking for better. Or thinking about going back to school to escape the dark pit of employment in an unsatisfying job. I think mine is more satisfying than most, so I'm ok. It was good times. Good bean salad, good making fun of derick, but it's a shame I had to miss the spontaneous trip to summerstreet bars. Ah well, next time.
Saturday, October 8
