Ketchup and Onions

Woke up around 11 today, was dragged to lunch by two of my unit mates crashing into my room saying, "Come on, you're going to eat with us NOW," then finished my mother-of-all-others American Lit paper (a friend of mine once said she felt like she was giving up a child when she turned a paper she was proud of...I'm proud of what I wrote, but I'm more in the mood of throwing it in my prof's door as I run past her office...a deliver-and-run) before heading over to the biggest celebration on campus other than Campus Christmas. Typically thrown within the last two weeks of school, it's a time for us to celebrate the accomplishments and talents of students from earlier in the year. Athletes, "unsung heroes," musicians, designers - they're all recognized in between music performed by students. It's big, it's loud, it's crazy, everybody dresses up in either formals or costumes, and, according to my older friends, this year's was the best we've had yet.

And it was - it was great. Downright awesome. But the fun started for me after we changed clothes and headed off campus.

We didn't do much, just a handful of girls and two guys from our brother unit going to Graeter's for ice cream. The car I was in detoured at McDonalds/Burger King (hey, we wanted ice cream and burgers - save your judgment), then we came back to campus. Simple. But it was awesome in its simplicity and made for one of the most fun nights I've had in...gosh, months. We honked at a couple making out outside our dorm, then sped away in case they'd recognized us. We had twelve-year-olds in the car in front of us flirting with our driver in the Burger King drive-thru. We drove down the road screaming "TONIIIIIIGHT WE ARE YOUNG SO WE'LL SET THE WORLD ON fi-IRE, WE CAN BURN brigh-TER THAN THE SUUUUUU-UU-UUUUN" with mouths stuffed full of hamburgers. Two girls sat flinging Dutch Blitz cards at each other, while we took turns holding my four-foot-eleven roommate's head with extended arms and watching her flailing as she tried to hit us. We played cards and were entirely too loud for 12.30 in the morning.

Then we came back in our room and took down all our pictures and posters, since all the walls have to be cleared by Monday for moving out.

As Linus (my roommate - I call her such because she is short and wise) and I sat playing cards, she said, "You know what I'm looking forward to? Heaven. Because then we'll be able to hang out and make memories and never have to say goodbye and make them end. That was my sad and pensive thought for the evening, now we can play cards again." Later we were reminiscing about the night, and she said that's what college is all about.

It's the last weekend before summer break, and we've just now realized what college is about....is it sad that it's taken us this long?