I had a Last Moment this week. Last Moments (patent pending) are fourth-year realizations experiences whilst completing a particular activity or participating in a given event for the last time.
One of the most fear-inducing phrases in the collegiate English language is “midterm season.”It brings to mind images of getting kicked out of libraries at closing time and of syllabi you haven’t glanced at since week one.
I may not be a morning person, but this morning’s blood moon was pretty cool.I woke up at 6 a.m., confused as to why my alarm was ringing at such an early hour (with classes at 1 and 2 p.m., I am far more likely to stay up until 6 rather than get up at 6.) As I groggily pieced together the rationale behind this separation from my inanimate domestic partner – alternatively known as my bed – I became surprisingly excited.
As a thoroughbred Northeasterner, I am well acquainted with the seasons. I have learned to recognize and welcome these quarterly changes not only through the shifts in temperature, but also through societal signifiers – the presence of heavy coats around grounds, the changing colors of storefronts and interior decorations, or advertisers’ reminders that customers should update their seasonal wardrobes appropriately.
New York may be far from Virginia, but it’s not a “thirteen hours” kind of far. Over the summer, I drove my 1995 white Ford Taurus – a pretty little car with a turning radius comparable to that of a tugboat – from Charlottesville to Long Island for my brother’s high school graduation.
Last Friday, my street corner went up in flames and down in infamy. Wallowing in basketball-induced despair, I was none too pleased when my roommate came bustling in and yanked open our blinds.
Sometimes we say meaningless things. Take, for example, the “sorry circle.” Someone accidentally gets in your way and says, “Sorry!” to make up for it — but it really wasn’t a big deal to begin with.
Sometimes, I stop and think, “Wow, I’m in college.”
A few of the more memorable things I’ve received in my life include a sportsmanship award, my U.Va. acceptance letter and an email which began, “Dear Professor Trezza.”
“Name, year, major, hometown … oh, and what’s the most datable building on Grounds?” It’s my icebreaker of choice.
