College is going to be starting in a few days, and I can't believe it. It seems as though 17 years of my life passed by slow with memory, but quick with experience. Last week, I visited my dorm room, and I thought that I was living in the smallest room in the world. My room at home isn't that big, but still when you think two people are living in that dorm room...well I don't know.
The next big thing is letting go of friends I have known. Now don't get my wrong, I will miss them. Although, at the same time I think I won't. It's like the camp experience, at camp you meet people and you try to stay in touch, but you don't. That's how I feel, I won't miss it until it's gone. Also, I feel as though something new will come in my life. That's how it always is.
If you think college will be some exciting different thing...guess again. All I have done here so far is study, study, study! Sure there is freedom to do want you want, but I guess all I really want to do is study. I hope you know I am joking. College is high school except with more people. Not that bad at all, sure classes are hard, but the people stay the same. I hate to sound like I am stereo typing, but in our society today there is no individuals. If you look around you, everyone belongs in a certain group. Just how many groups make the difference. I guess we all hang out in groups because we love familiarity. Why do we like familiarity? Something I will never understand about human nature. I guess we like it because we can never come up with a novel idea ourself. That's pretty bad if you ask me.
The coupon lady is like the toppins lady in Mary Poppins. She is a reality though, as she stands at the University Of Michigan street corner handing out coupon books.
The old lady stands on the street corner, with her ragged outlook on life. Look at those cocky college students, she thinks to herself, they are spoiled. She had to work all her life, and now she had just enough money to buy a little food for her starving family. That's all the money she had ever made, enough to survive. She wanted more, yet she was pleased with what she had. For all the shimmers in the world couldn't replace her darling children. So she notices a young man walking toward her. "Would you like a coupon book?, she asks. "No," he replies giving her a strange look, "Do I know you from somewhere?" She smiles sadly and shakes her head. The young man leaves, as she calls out to him, "Would you be my son for a day?"
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