Senior year
It’s been a while, but I’m going to try and bring this series to a close with memories from my first and second senior years at Rutgers.
Feet for brunch
For lunch one day I decided to make myself a nice brunch complete with sunny side up eggs, sausages and toast. I love breakfast/brunch food and I was thoroughly looking forward to plopping down on the couch and eat in front of the TV. However, as I was putting my plate down on the coffee table I failed to notice the can of Coke Zero right where I was lower my highly anticipated meal. The can tilted my plate and all my food slid off and onto the ground. I frantically grabbed the fallen food items off the ground with my bare hands and back onto the plate. (Thinking back, I’m surprised the egg yolks didn’t break…) I spent the next several minutes debating what to do next. Do I man up and just eat the fallen food? Or do I throw away my meal I put so much tender care into?
The breaking point was then I had the image of my roommate, Jon, walking around our apartment barefoot. I won’t go into too much detail…but Jon’s feet aren’t particularly appealing to the eyes and mostly likely my taste buds as well. At that moment I decided to throw my precious meal away and cooked up another plate-full. Even though I ended up eating the same thing I originally planned, it was far less satisfying than I originally hoped for and very bitter sweet.
Digging Holes
At the end of every school year, my Christian fellowship would make a trip out to the beach to watch the sunrise. A couple weeks earlier we had a dinner to honor the seniors, and we all got a little play bucket and shovel. Of course we all brought our buckets and shovels to the beach that morning to do the one semi-exciting thing there is to do on the beach…DIG A HOLE. We dug like maniacs that morning. I think we got to about 6 feet deep accompanied with a ramp going down to the bottom because it was too deep to get out without one. Heading up the work effort was my good friend Paul. He had trouble sleeping later that day because he couldn’t stop thinking about digging and after he woke up from a short nap he had sore legs from the hours we spend squatting and shoveling buckets of sand. He also managed to smash his bucket into a million pieces in the process of digging and we buried it when we filled in the hole before we left. If the ’09 graduates could leave one legacy behind, it would probably be that we were good diggers.
Senior Month
Traditionally colleges have a senior week at the end of the year for seniors to hangout and finish their undergraduate careers with a bang. Rutgers decided to cut the budget and give us senior couple-of-days instead. The events I went to ended up being pretty lame and not really worth mentioning. Usually after all the events are over and everyone’s graduated all the seniors just go home and figure out what to do with the rest of their lives but since almost everyone that goes to Rutgers doesn’t live far, we refused to let senior whatever die out so quickly.
After the sunrise beach trip that I mentioned before we did nothing but sleep and hang out. I’d go back to my apartment to nap or sleep and upon waking would call someone up to see where all my classmates were at the moment. I promptly headed that way to spend the rest of day with them. This went on for a little less than a month. To conclude the senior extravaganza everyone attended my church retreat/conference on Memorial Day weekend. Being there pretty much meant spending every moment of the 4 days together. After that, everyone was so sick of each other we stopped hanging out for some time.
Looking back, there was nothing particularly awesome about senior month, but spending that much time with friends I consider family is probably the best way I could have ended my senior year at Rutgers. I miss college and I’ll never forget the good ol’ times.
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