Postgrad

As I sit on the couch at my lake house, I am starting to absorb the fact that I am no longer a student at Washington and Lee University.  I'm not sad because I have lasting regrets of things I did not do, but rather because I just will not get to go back in August. I have a feeling that law school will be a big shock to my o-week anticipating self. 

I could go on for pages about how awesome W&L is, but you could just look at all of my Facebook pictures to see that. I am very excited to see what all of my classmates will do with their lives--as our class president said in his speech during graduation, we have people going all across the world and doing all sorts of jobs, research, and continuing their education. 

Here is a list of the top five things I will miss about W&L:

1. The friendliness of students and faculty

2. The beautiful campus and walking along the colonnade

3. Teachers who truly care, not just about your education, but about your life

4. The parties (I mean, come on...they are the best)

5. The endless opportunities to reach your goals and become the person you want to be thanks to the great resources and friends and faculty who are there to help you

I cannot thank my parents enough for supporting me these past four years and allowing me to attend such an amazing place for college. I would not be the person I am today without those experiences at W&L. The friends and memories I have made will last me a lifetime (and if I ever start to lose my memory, I have begun writing some of my best memories down in a diary). 

Food Wars

  Ever since I arrived in Great Neck, I have had trouble with Seymour eating my food. I mentioned in a previous post about how he ate my banana pudding... But recently he has started to eat my frozen meals. I bought these meals (which I might mention are not cheap) for nights when I get home and I am too tired to cook anything. Now, I wouldn't mind if he ate them because there was no food in the fridge, but he always buys so much food! So, after discovering one of my Lean Cuisines in the trash can, I confronted him and asked him not to eat them. Next night, I found another in the trash can. Again, I told him they were for me and please not to eat them. He says, "Okay, so what you're saying, is to avoid the Lean Cuisines and Stauffers." YES, grandpa, that is what I want. Well he went on to eat another.

  Tonight when I came home though, he told me to open the freezer, and showed me the Lean Cuisines he had bought, the exact ones he had eaten.  The guy can't remember not to eat my food, yet he can remember exactly which ones he ate and bought them for me.  How sweet.  Gotta love old people. 

  Thanks Grandpa.

(This is one of my favorites!)