It's that time of year my already dreaded daily commute turns into a small mixture of Hell. Students are back in session on all accounts, myself included. Morgantown, WV goes from a peaceful college town to one of the largest party schools in the nation. Even at 27 I will never look forward to this. My future demon spawn will only further emphasize my wish for a quick end when I become a part of the madness and no longer an onlooker.
Six years ago I started my last year as an undergrad. Three weeks ago I started my last year as a grad student. So much has changed, and yet so much hasn't. I still hate school with a passion but its ten time easier than work could ever be. The people who became my true friends remain just that. I've traded late nights that end at 5:00 AM to starting my day at 5:30. Going to bed before 11 is actually okay. But I still love cars with a passion, I appreciate a good beer (something I didn't do as a 21 year old), and instead of random women, I share my bed with the same woman, and I am 100% okay with that.
Sixteen years ago, Universal Pictures gave us one of Adam Sandler's all-time greats, Billy Madison. The story follows a second-generation rich kid who has done nothing more with his life than lay drunk by the pool, have sex with random women, and be a complete jerk-off. To inherit his father's wealth, he must repeat grades 1-12. Towards the end of the movie Adam Sandler's character kept his wits, and who he was, but realized there was more to life than getting drunk and waking up at noon. Now I set here at 27, proud of what I've accomplished, and grateful for the memories I made, but could never go back to the times spent at the Head. As I watch a new batch of incoming freshman pour onto campus with their eyes glistening with being on their own, along with the veterans loading up on the beer for their first party I think to myself, either by choice, or through inheritance, we are all forced to come to the same realizations as Billy Madison.
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