Today marks eight years since Black Sunday, that sad day when I donned
cap and gown and was cast headlong into the working world. I’ve
since spent twice as many years out of school as I did in it.
When I look at what I wrote on
anniversary of my graduation, I don’t see that I’m
much further along at 29 than I was at 25: making a little more; still
ensconced in my condo; still single; still driving the same car; still
with very few local friends. But there’s hope: I’m
working on a shift in my career to something I find more interesting;
I’m renovating my condo; I’ve actually been on some dates.
I’m actually pretty happy with my car, though. It’s nice
driving an auto that will be old enough to vote next year. And
I’ve added a few friends, which is progress. Finally, I’m
working on a pretty big change—one which I’ll announce
here if everything works out as planned.
So things are looking up. But, today just as four years ago and as
eight years ago, I miss school. I miss being surrounded by my
friends, guys with interests the same as mine. I miss being
surrounded by the highest concentration of attractive women I’ll
ever experience. I miss being able to pull three all-nighters in a
row. I miss employing some of the best minds in the world to educate
me. I miss not having bills to pay every month. I miss getting three
months of vacation every year. I miss being young and foolish and
unconcerned with the real world.
On the other hand, I quite like having money. I quite like being
able to afford the things I ant to own. I like owning my own place,
and setting my own rules. I rather enjoy not being a
complete and utter git (well, by comparison with by 18- or 19-year-old
Still, I miss sharing an apartment with Phil and Darren, brewing beer
in the dorm kitchen, sneaking girls in past visitation hours, going to
parties, hanging out at the library, cutting class to go golfing,
going shooting in Oklahoma on the weekends, walking to class with a
pipe clenched in my teeth, wearing a tweed coat every day and
otherwise just plain having fun.
Today, as four years ago, as eight years ago, I miss school.