The best days

There is something about reading and then being in a constant state of reminiscing that makes you write about the best and the worst days of your college life.

I think it is generally believed that college is suppose to be the best time of your life. Those years give you the bestest of friends, the oddest of experiences, the worst hangovers and the sharpest of memories.

Unfortunately I do not have the best of memory. I tend to remember things vaguely, unless of course their impact fosters a good enough space in the long term section of my memory (or anyone’s for that matter I guess). But yes if I had to pick out the best moments, the best days I can probably do some justice to their accuracy. (However, I would still need some help from those who make those memories.)

If I am asked to pick one day from the so called long five years, then whoever asks me that has either never been to college, or is genuinely not interested in knowing about my college days. So I can’t pick a day, but I can pick a year, precisely, my third year or the pre-junior year as they call it, here at Drexel.

A lot of good things happened that year. In fact, I only remember good things happening that year. It was the year that started with me visiting my parents, and ending with me going to Germany for a term abroad. In between I did well in classes and shared a room with my BFF, which I initially thought would be hard, but had a huge part in making that year the best.

I had money that year, if not a lot, enough to travel to Europe. I spent my days working or studying, and nights reading and watching old movies. The spring of that year came with amazing grades, and a well planned work- out schedule. The summer of that year was when I fell in love for the first time (and oh boy was I on cloud nine or not). My room had enough windows that made it well lit during the day, and breezy during warm summer nights. I never felt the need to be overly social and yet had a strong and supportive set of friends.

Basically, that year was as close to as one can get to perfect with all the small little things (or one huge) that made my days worth it.

(I know I crammed a lot in the last paragraph)

So one day, if and when I am capable of writing anything more than blogs, I would like to write about all the moments that made college so special and unforgettable. Till then, this is where I would like to pen my numerous, random, spontaneous, and sometimes pointless thoughts.

(I doubt I’ll get there, especially with an addition of memory that has extremely good weeding the sad out capabilities)