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For four years I intermittently visited the bubble of APU. Then literally everyone I knew at APU graduated while I am here in San Luis still going to school. I thought to myself, what the hell is up with those APU students?
I remember the feeling I had at both graduations i attended at APU. Sadness. I thoroughly enjoyed the 5 and a half hour drive down to Azusa and the 3 hour drive back. I liked running into Andy at chapel and saying hey like it was a regular occurence. I liked all the crazy crap there was to do down there, as opposed to up here where you either taste wine or surf. I am going to miss walking through campus and getting treated like I’m a student…handed a weekly planner and feeling that cougar pride…filling out a fake chapel attendance card…never paying a parking ticket. As I saw each person i knew walk down the aisle and shake hands and crap, I felt like I was the last student getting left behind at APU. Then I realized I don’t go there. What a relief.
So now I have to move on from the APU life. Yes, I know a very small portion of my life was spent at APU, but I don’t think you know how big those memories are for me. Going back there, I think I would feel very out of place, cold, and a little scared.
Soon I will be in the position Andy was in looking for a job. Man that is going to suck. I know exactly what he means by the whole plenty of jobs available but none that are desireable. I’m afraid my resume is going to be inadequate. Maybe I should enjoy college while it lasts? I don’t know…a full time job is looking pretty good right now as I’m in the middle of a senior project, exams, and presentations as well as the everyday reading and homework, on top of the part-time job I actually get paid to do. Oh and the male modeling.
I’m ready for a change. 4 years of college is just about enough I’d say. And I didn’t even go to the same one the whole time. Maybe that just means I haven’t become attached to any particular school. I became attached to APU, though. It’s a hard one to let go for me. But Andy’s right, change is good.
I have a filing cabinet at home. And i must say, it is pleasurable.
By the way, Andy, I too have never broken a bone. My only emergency room trip was for my finger, which I cut with a chisel. Two stitches. I had surgery on my knee once, but now I can’t play soccer the way I used to. And guess what, I still feel dangerous. Okay, not quite, but still.
Bull riding is a pretty tough sport, but I would rather ride a bull than get interviewed for a job. I’m a weird guy though, so maybe that comment is completely irrelevant to everyone else.
I still have my mini fridge from freshman year. I keep V8 and frozen burritos in it.
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