Senior Spotlight: Four Year Flashback
Clare Langan
Issue date: 5/7/09 Section: Features
Saturday, August 27, 2005. You said goodbye to the parents and hello to your roommate. Classes started and so did your new life. "Busy" became your new away message. You watched as the Big Easy was swallowed by Hurricane Katrina. You joined a club. Scratch that, five clubs. You dropped your tray in the dining hall. You figured out where to find your degree audit. You met your best friend. You took a bus to the mall. You discovered a magical place called Ciboney. You were tagged. You immediately detagged. You took your first final. It wasn't so bad. Grades came up. You vowed to befriend James A. Cannavino. You burned popcorn in your room. Fire drill in Champagnat. You gained the freshman 15. You lost the freshman 15. You survived your first summer back at home.
You moved across campus with five of your friends. You realized cooking for yourself was overrated. The War on Terror continued. You got a parking pass. You spent a Sunday on Broadway. You discovered bacon, egg and cheese tasted better at 2 a.m. You rocked out to O.A.R. You finally understood the different between The Chance and The Loft. You secretly loved Sanjaya. You scheduled your entire week around Cupcake Thursday. You found yourself going from "it's complicated" to "in a relationship". It's still complicated. You got a fake. You lost said fake. YouTube was your homepage.
You moved across the street. You landed an internship. You took the train. For a minute, you thought you were an adult. Almost. Irish Nachos became your ethnic food. You saw Jim Gaffigan. You will never look at a Hot Pocket the same again. You went sledding with a cafeteria tray. You took Ethics. And you liked it. You turned up Miley Cyrus whenever she came on the radio. Loud. You went abroad. Your eyes opened. You came back. Life went on. Job fairs, suits, resumes. You resisted. You gave in. The Real World was calling. You followed seven strangers. You turned 21. You immediately detagged. You took a crazy elective class. You needed an iPhone.
You moved across campus with five of your friends. You realized cooking for yourself was overrated. The War on Terror continued. You got a parking pass. You spent a Sunday on Broadway. You discovered bacon, egg and cheese tasted better at 2 a.m. You rocked out to O.A.R. You finally understood the different between The Chance and The Loft. You secretly loved Sanjaya. You scheduled your entire week around Cupcake Thursday. You found yourself going from "it's complicated" to "in a relationship". It's still complicated. You got a fake. You lost said fake. YouTube was your homepage.
You moved across the street. You landed an internship. You took the train. For a minute, you thought you were an adult. Almost. Irish Nachos became your ethnic food. You saw Jim Gaffigan. You will never look at a Hot Pocket the same again. You went sledding with a cafeteria tray. You took Ethics. And you liked it. You turned up Miley Cyrus whenever she came on the radio. Loud. You went abroad. Your eyes opened. You came back. Life went on. Job fairs, suits, resumes. You resisted. You gave in. The Real World was calling. You followed seven strangers. You turned 21. You immediately detagged. You took a crazy elective class. You needed an iPhone.
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