Last blog post- Samantha Rhynard
We have all certainly said that this past year has been an interesting one—from NUin in the fall, to an abridged visit to Boston campus in the spring, it has been a wild ride. We've all learned things about ourselves, each other, and maybe even the world. And while the past may seem like it was better, we have no idea how much better the future might be.
Things that I will miss from my Freshman year that are sticking with me are memories with my new best friends in Greece, and surprises we've had together. The friends that I made in Greece have stayed with me in the spring, and two of the closest ones I have were my roommates when we were in Boston. I will always remember running down the hall of the hotel to get to one of their rooms, and tell them something urgent, that only seemed urgent to us. There was one evening when one of my friend's neighbors was being so loud, that our friends that lived right above the noisy neighbors came down to complain. And then, of course, there was the night when the building next to our hotel caught on fire, and everyone had so much chaotic energy, we cheered for the firefighters backing their Mercedes fire trucks down the narrow alley to get to the fire, and were when the fire went out. I think that was probably the biggest audience the firefighters ever had, with almost everyone in the NUin Greece Metropolitan Hotel out on the balconies that night, trying to decide if they would send us home eight days early if the building burned down. Even once we got back to Boston, I was still good friends with my roommates, and we had many adventures together. I can remember exactly where my friend and I were when we found out that we had to move out (we were at Playa Bowl), and how we just kind of looked at each other and thought, we gotta go and calling our moms seems like a good idea right now. There was so much panic I think we were both just kind of laughing hysterically, and that energy didn't really stop until we both got home.
I've learned a lot of things this year, and one that is going to stick with me is a poem I memorized while I was in Greece called "The Jabberwocky". I did this—not because I am particularly fond of poetry or Lewis Carol—but because my friend is bad at memorizing things, and he always wanted to get around to this poem. So in helping him do that, I memorized it myself. Which is helpful, because then I can tell if he did it correctly or not.
Based on all this, you can probably guess that the thing I miss most about being home is my friends. This is especially applicable, because I am not extroverted enough to initiate contact between people all the time, and I find that the interactions I have with my friends tend to be very casual, and not worth an email or a text, so I just don't talk to them as much now. I should really actually do that. Ah well, maybe after finals.
Things that I will miss from my Freshman year that are sticking with me are memories with my new best friends in Greece, and surprises we've had together. The friends that I made in Greece have stayed with me in the spring, and two of the closest ones I have were my roommates when we were in Boston. I will always remember running down the hall of the hotel to get to one of their rooms, and tell them something urgent, that only seemed urgent to us. There was one evening when one of my friend's neighbors was being so loud, that our friends that lived right above the noisy neighbors came down to complain. And then, of course, there was the night when the building next to our hotel caught on fire, and everyone had so much chaotic energy, we cheered for the firefighters backing their Mercedes fire trucks down the narrow alley to get to the fire, and were when the fire went out. I think that was probably the biggest audience the firefighters ever had, with almost everyone in the NUin Greece Metropolitan Hotel out on the balconies that night, trying to decide if they would send us home eight days early if the building burned down. Even once we got back to Boston, I was still good friends with my roommates, and we had many adventures together. I can remember exactly where my friend and I were when we found out that we had to move out (we were at Playa Bowl), and how we just kind of looked at each other and thought, we gotta go and calling our moms seems like a good idea right now. There was so much panic I think we were both just kind of laughing hysterically, and that energy didn't really stop until we both got home.
I've learned a lot of things this year, and one that is going to stick with me is a poem I memorized while I was in Greece called "The Jabberwocky". I did this—not because I am particularly fond of poetry or Lewis Carol—but because my friend is bad at memorizing things, and he always wanted to get around to this poem. So in helping him do that, I memorized it myself. Which is helpful, because then I can tell if he did it correctly or not.
Based on all this, you can probably guess that the thing I miss most about being home is my friends. This is especially applicable, because I am not extroverted enough to initiate contact between people all the time, and I find that the interactions I have with my friends tend to be very casual, and not worth an email or a text, so I just don't talk to them as much now. I should really actually do that. Ah well, maybe after finals.
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