Ok. So... despite my recent "Man, it'll be great to be out of here" pet-peeves, I think tonight was the first actual night where I realized that people are going to be leaving soon. In that honour and mindset, I bring you:
Zac's List of Thingies and Such That He's Gonna Miss This Summer.
For the purpose of it being almost 3 and I'm tired and don't want to go through the effort, just pretend that I numbered everything with numbers and letters like I do... A, 2, C, 4....
LIST!
Canada. The laws. The people. The world it opens for me. The way it makes me think GLOBALLY. The way it makes me question my own government.
The Legality of marijuana. 'nuff said.
I'll miss drug dealers everywhere. I'll miss be-friending the boys upstairs and getting excellent, cheap weed. I'll miss delivery services for the dry periods. I'll miss the head-shops, the bong-shopping, the planning, organizing and building up to smoking. I'll miss my smoking buddies: Boston and Kieran.
The 18- drinking age. This includes the bars, the clubs, the last minute runs to the store to buy more beer before they close. This also includes the independant feeling of being able to go to a store and buy yourself alcohol... ANY alcohol.
Wine. Although my mother's tastes in wine are similar to mine own, I'm sure any avid wine drinker would agree, half of the fun is in the picking out and trying different wines that you might like. I'll miss the fact that I can go to a SAQ and peruse the wine shelves...
I'll miss dinner. I won't miss the food... (well, maybe the german toast and the salads with cheese...) but I'll really miss having meals with everyone. I'll miss sitting with all of my friends and yacking about politics, news, school, love, money, ADULT things, CHILDISH things... I'll miss waiting in line (or, as they're called HERE, line-ups) to ask for "the same" as the person before me. I'll miss hoping it's ice-cream-sunDAY. I'll miss the random coloured trays. I'll miss breakfasts with Greg (not the waking up, but the sitting and talking) and Libby. I'll miss running into people at dinner. I'll miss that I never once finished an entire plate of a meal without being on drugs.
Showers in a stall next to someone. I'll miss that. It may sound weird, but I think it's nice to talk/sing with a friend during an otherwise mundane thing. Plus, if I've learned anything here, it's that women have better smelling shampoo and body wash... and did you know it can SMELLify an entire room? Who knew!? I'll miss just taking a shower and going "[sniff, sniff] that smells like peaches... what is that?" I'll also miss putting my shower on cold and splashing the water into the other stall. HA! Just to get Conley back for putting whiskey in my shampoo which I then used...
I'll miss the... convienence of res-life. I'll miss just going 2 doors over for milk or a clean bowl. I'll miss the drug dealers. I'll miss the snack-machine in the common room. I'll miss the UBER-fast internet.
I'll miss the community. The co-ed washrooms. The sitting in the hall with people all night and talking. I'll miss my room being the social-hub of all weed-related gatherings. I'll miss chillin' here with people I love. I'll miss philosophical and political discussions with Boston and Kieran--- debating time-travel with Greg--- the odd pep-talks from Katie--- the hugs from Jenn. I'll miss Alison being... herself... Elysse shuffling her disgusting slippers over here at all hours of the night or day (i'm usually up all the time except from 3AM-1PM). --- the occasional times that I see (or god willing, smoke with) Maura. I'll miss Conley being our "floor fellow". I'll miss Ben and the George Foreman grill--- Maureen and Jenna being thick as theives---Mike actually HAVING a last name---Jess and her momentary stint at drug dealing---Frenchie speaking in like... 6 different French accents as well as 3 or 4 english ones. I'll miss Alix and the PEIs, the hall yoga, and the Maine Coast. I'll miss Becca and her... insanity? Her over-whelming Becca-ness. (nota bene; Becca is a club girl. To go out with her is to party with some sort of wild party animal.) I'll miss Libby and our co-stressing. I'll miss Kieran and the cafes. The philosophical discussions. The hip-hop-talk. I'll miss Boston and our representing America. (yeah, thats right "AMERICA" It's what we call it. We don't say "The States," because frankly, if we wanted to include you, we'd say NORTH America. Get over it.) I'll miss Connor 100%. One-Hundred-Percent. AND... I'll miss the otherside (including, but not limited to, Sean, Amy, Rainie, Sarah, Tanya... and the rest.
Bathroom stalls with people's political musings taped around.
Splitting 2-4's.
Drinking games.
Brutopia.
"The Network".
Good music all the time.
Freedom to be as stupid as I want.
Message boards.
SNES. Mario-Kart. Etc.
CS with Greg RIGHT down the hall. Worms Armagedon.
Writing things that I actually think have potential.
All in all, I had a great time this year and am happy to have met such people under such circumstances. It's like they take a mass of 20 random people and throw them together. The personalities range from... vodka to whiskey to wine to beer to straight-edge----- from studious and hard-working to confused and... me. From people who FILL their rooms with CRAP or people with the bare-minimum. From Bob Marley to French hip-hop. From Pink Floyd to Snoop Doggy Dogg. Eminem to Jewel. From Oprah to PORN.
Anyways, they take this melange and shake it around with alcohol and isolate these people from their old friends and families. Then they add hard school work and cooperation. Then they add poor maintainence and a common co-ed washroom. The result is a tight-knit group of friends. A community. A family. They say that the friends you make at university last for life... I can see why. When you're younger, your friends are basically based on who lives nearest to you. Here... we all already live on other sides of the continent (that is... NORTH AMERICA) (and in some cases, the world). Here, we become friends because we have common life-goals and aspirations.
So basically, what I want to say to everyone is... thanks. It's been fun. I'll miss ya.
-Zac (314. The door with Ramen on it.)
