It’s so good to be back. If you spent your summer like I did, you were stuck in an overly air-conditioned cubicle working for zero dollars an hour and pretending to like it because of how “beneficial it will be to your future.”
If you were fortunate enough to have a paid internship, or better yet, not work at all, I hate you.
September at Fairfield Beach is quickly making up for my time spent at the copy machine.
Here, playing a game of Beirut in your bikini is a completely acceptable activity that allows you to simultaneously keep up your tan and show off the hot bod you worked so hard for this summer (though I’m sure it will be back to its “college” state soon).
For the class of ’08, this week has been a whirlwind of reconnecting with friends and reminiscing about the last three years, wondering how it is we made it all the way to senior year.
It’s a bittersweet time – a time of last-firsts.
The last-first time we’ll go to class, the last-first time we’ll skip class and the last-first blacked-out night at the bar, which will inevitably lead to the last-first time we wake up and say, “Oops, probably shouldn’t have done that last night.”
Freshmen, don’t get too cocky, but this concept makes me pretty jealous of you.
Everything in your world right now is a first – the first time you get written up, the first time you walk in on your roommate during an afternoon workout with the boy from the third floor and the first time you make it to the beach and realize that this is the reason you came to Fairfield.
However, if I have one piece of advice to give to the class of 2011, it would be what occurred to me as I stood on the beach Saturday, looking around at hundreds of my classmates … many of whom I’ve gotten to know a little too intimately.
Apparently, we go to Fairfield High, not Fairfield U. By the time you get to your senior year, you will undoubtedly be able to play six degrees of separation with multitudes of people in your class, or worse yet, find yourself standing in an uncomfortable circle of three or more people who you or your rommate has hooked up with.
Seriously, it is like an episode of Days of Our Lives.
So if, at some point over your next four years, you find yourself realizing that you made out with Phil, who lives with your bio class crush, Tommy, who used to date Gina, who is now lab partners with your ex-boyfriend (who you occasionally rekindle the flame with), don’t worry – you’re not alone.
We’re all on the same train and it’s only got one stop – Awkward City. So sit back and enjoy the ride.
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