the american pie cliche, but totally applicable

last night i was participating in my weekly "chapter house thursday" ritual with none other than srta. ceci, a ritual that includes beer (well cider for me), popcorn, and good company and was my saving grace last semester. yesterday was the beginning of a new semester of CHT, but with this new beginning came a blast from the past...

usually the chapter house is chock full of grad students with a few regular undergrads and townies strewn about, but yesterday there were few grads and a PLETHORA of undergrads, all of whom seemed to have lived in clara dickson hall during the 2004-2005 academic year (aka mine and ceci's freshman year). literally every single person in that bar either i knew or ceci knew and had not seen since our frosh age. they were people who had not known us past our freshman selves and so the conversations and interactions were a full of "so what have you been doing for the past three years"'s and "what are you doing next year"'s and "remember when..."'s. some convos were funny, some were awkward, but all made a point...

i am not the person i was freshman year. actually, i barely resemble that person. that only thing that is similar to that person is my hatred for david goochee, but thats only because he was such a horrid person to me and is somewhat a disgrace to the human race that the grudge will forever be there (ive let go of all other grudges, but if you knew the things this kid said to me with having absolutely NO warrant to say them you would understand). but the fact of it all is that the freshman sydney is long gone and the new "real world" sydney is starting to take shape...

heres to the next step.