Tonight I tried to remember what it’s like to have fun.
Okay, I’m over-dramatizing if I say I never have fun. But I can’t remember what it’s like to have a life that revolves around fun. And relaxation. And friends who aren’t also your coworkers.
In broad strokes, the upsides of my life are more about professional satisfaction and comma-splice victories and complimentary letters to the editor than they are about that particular brand of carefree good times most college students have mastered.
These days, my life blurs together, because it all happens in the same places. Walker Hall. Anne Belk Hall. Office. Library. Repeat. Continue reading