i wonder how i’ll tell my parents when i end up moving to oregon without a job.
haha jesus get a job
"Sam did not do well with feeling trapped. He was a guy who would drive 30 hours straight to get where he wanted to. He was a guy who would print out fake press passes to get the story; jump fences, impersonate others, play the game to get at the truth. He has friends all over the country, coast to coast, a testament to complete audacity with which he explored the world. How many times did he cross the country? How many times did he fly away to some far off land for an adventure that I can only dream about? How many times did I find myself in a new, random pub in a random city having an obscure craft beer with the bastard? No, he did not do well at all feeling stifled. It took two universities, multiple cities, numerous homes, and maybe trillions of coffee shops to contain him. What spirit! Holy hell what spirit that kid had, what an edge! Borders meant nothing to Sam, except that they could be crossed. Rules were fluid. He taught me a lot about being free enough to do what you want, if it was the good thing."
— A letter written by a friend. I wish this description was anything of an exaggeration. Sometimes people are totally inflated after they die, but sometimes it’s really just that the best of the best are taken.
my immediate reflections on my college career pretty much revolve around all the things i’ve fucked up, mishandled, or otherwise underperformed on. secondly come the people who’ve been consistently tolerant and supportive despite those. and there are many. and i owe them a lot.
"I swear to god, I will ram my shoe down your throat. You will choke. and then we’ll really have a reason to go to fucking Oschner. And that’s gonna suck dick for everyone to get up that early in the morning, cause I bet we all have plans."
— Drunk roommate bantering, caught on video. names not included cause this is kinda heavy.
Hilarious parental dichotomy of the day.
- Cindy: Post-graduation plans! I'm getting hired as an external research assistant full time in my current lab/LUMCON while also learning how to band birds with one of my professors at Honey Island Swamp. I can quit halfway through the summer if I find another job, and currently those efforts are being concentrated in LA, MA, and OR. Just thought I'd give you an update! I'm pretty excited about it.
- Mom: Excellent. that's an opportunity to learn AND get paid. not bad for the resume either.
- Dad: No way. You have student loans to pay. You have rent food utilities and other living expenses. Medical insurance, car, clothes. You didn't go to college to work for $10 a fucking hour. You need $50,000 minimum, and you better land one quick.
"a guy who’s all about helping you empirically investigate whether one of your legs is hairier than the other is worth keeping around."
— agreed. good weekend
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