Mess of Memories

I'm sitting in my room. See we have 4 bedrooms in our house, really like 3.5 cause "my room" is more like a large walk in closet but well it is mine and I can't really complain. So I have this corner computer desk, which is between my scrapbooking table and a bookcase with all of my school books from college on it, with a very large bookcase behind it filled to the brim of books that I have read but mostly of ones that I need to read (like 75% I need to read). Next to that is like this portable closet thing that has nothing but shelves in it which again houses more of my scrapbooking stuff along with pictures, cards, and photo albums. I think to myself that I need more room what can I get rid of or at least put somewhere else so that I have more room. I came to the conclusion that I need to put my school books away but of course I have no boxes and well really no where to put them cause we only have one closet in the entire house and it is already filled with Tim's stuff.

So I started to think of different ways to move stuff around. Well I happened to clean out the portable closet thing a little and found a huge box full of pictures. I was like WOW, more stuff that I could scrapbook. They were my pictures from college. I started to look through them and thought, there is no way that I want to put these pictures in a scrapbook. Some of them shouldn't have even been taken, but at the same time it brought back many memories of my time at Chowan along with all the great friends that I made while I was there.

In most of the pictures that I'm in I seem to be either drunk or getting drunk and I always have a beer in my hand. The breakfast, lunch, and dinner of champions. I remember my freshman year that if I was in bed before 2 am I was in bed early. I think of 2 am now and think that I have to be up in 3 hours. How I did it, I don't know? I remember starting an English paper at 10 pm when it was due at 10 am the next do and pulling it off. Those were the days, where you could pull the most bullshit out of your ass at the last minute and get a decent grade on the paper. Now a days sleeping in means getting up between 8 and 10. In college I remember being lucky enough to get up before 2pm so that I could eat lunch in the cafe and even that was a struggle. Those were the days. I miss them but I'm glad that they are over. I do know that if I could do it again knowing what I know now, I would have done some of it differently. Don't get me wrong, I have no regrets but I guess that is what college is all about, learning. Both in the classroom and out.

So to all my Chowan people, thanks for all the great memories, they all still make me smile.