As I type, there is a furious freshman block party going on outside of my building. I live in La Aldea, the graduate student dormitories, part of a quad with three undergraduate dorms. It has all the ingredients of a good party, minus the libations. There is even a DJ, bumping some admittedly dated tracks from the likes of Sean Paul and Shakira. I took a break from the U.S. Constitution to join a couple of beach volleyball games with my roommates. There are a hundred or more eighteen and nineteen year olds down there, eating Panda Express and drinking lemonade, playing volleyball, or simply chatting on the grass.
The freshman have been slowly but surely filling up the surrounding dorms as the week has progressed. It is interesting to watch and talk with them, flush with freedom, trying to find their place in a whole new world. It makes me think back to my first days as an undergraduate, uncertain and trying much too hard to be the epitome of a COLLEGE GUY. I invite you to think back to your first days as an undergraduate and to contemplate how far you have come since then.
Cheers,
Andy
P.S. This picture is for you, Analicia.
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Yeah!
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