The Fall 2017 semester. What a ride. From finding out that Delaware is an actual state, to making $150 for simply sleeping, this semester has been full of the unexpected. It seemed as if I was never fully aware of what was actually happening. Just when one thing would settle down and I would get stuff somewhat figured out, something else would come up that would catch me completely off guard. One moment you’re obliterating wet floor signs after beating a mediocre football team, and then before you know it, you’re sitting in Applebee’s watching some guy have a literal meltdown while eating a Triple Chocolate Meltdown. Life is crazy.
Academically, I took my foot off the gas pedal so to speak. I more or less coasted through with very minimal effort. I continually have to remind myself that I’m here for an education rather than to simply get a degree. On that note, my dissatisfaction with Liberty University peaked around mid-November. My main issue had to be with my roommate. At times he made my life nearly unbearable. Just kidding. My roommate is amazing, and he definitely had a positive impact on my life.
The root of my dissatisfaction was definitely myself. I got a bad case of millennial entitlement. Not in the sense that I expected things to be given to me, but rather in the sense that expected that hardships would pass easily and that things would go according to my plans. It was a harsh awakening when I realized that I had become increasingly more self-centered and selfish. I came to understand that I needed to focus less on myself and invest in others more. However, there is a fine line between trying to help people out and worrying about other people’s issues that don’t concern me. I had to learn not to over commit and when to say “no” to things that I knew would be fun but would draw me away from more pressing priorities. God has really shown me what matters in life. At the end of the day, sneakers, money, and sports will fade away. I learned that I needed to be investing in things that will matter far after my time here on Earth is done.
It may sound kind of stupid, but I began to think about my legacy and how I would want people to remember me. I realized that I was simply becoming that kid that sells shoes and t-shirts for more than he pays for them. While that inherently isn’t a bad thing, it frustrated me. I know it may sound super cliché, but aren’t we as Christians supposed to be known as followers of Christ first and foremost? It is definitely something I am still growing in and learning more about. I am a firm believer in continual growth. I don’t believe that anyone ever truly arrives spiritually. It’s a continual journey and I’m excited to see where God leads me from here.
So that’s what I’ve been learning in my life this semester. In the words of someone of much wiser than myself, “There have been circumstantial highs and lows, but overall it’s been a semester of growth.” As you may know, 25% of my reasoning for going to a school on the coast is that there are just so many opportunities to travel and things to do. I got to go to New York City and experience the holy mecca of streetwear that is Kith. That honestly was one of the greatest moments of the semester. There was a period at the beginning of the semester that I went hiking almost every weekend. The views were always incredible, and the vibes were always good. Liberty is one of those campuses where everything absolutely dies on the weekend. On the rare occasion that it’s lively, there’s a good chance we beat a Power 5 team in football. You can experience all of the mayhem from that weekend here. I think the kids these days would characterize this semester as “lit”.
Of course, what is college without great friends and companions to experience life with? Some relationships come and go. Some grow stronger, while others tend to fall by the wayside. That’s just life. I really do wish I could get to know each and every person I run into on a personal basis. However, the reality is that it’s simply not possible to foster unique relationships with each person you come into contact with. Below is a quick listing of the people that had the most impact on my life this semester. Some of the stuff might seem too harsh, which it probably is, but it’s all done in fun. I’ll save the more “emotional” stuff for a later date. I truly love each and every one of you guys. Please do not take offense if you’re not on this list. If you’re not listed, it’s probably because you asked me to oop you Yeezys more than a few times (Kidding, let me know if you feel left out and we’ll grab coffee sometime).
If we’re being honest, your semester peaked when you bought Yeezys for your cousin. Too bad you’re still so far behind that you actually have no idea what is going on. College just would not be the same if I wasn’t betting pennies on NFL football games. I love how honest and open you are. You’re always ready and willing to give your unsolicited opinion, no matter how wrong it may be. I can’t wait to see where your DJing talents take you. I’m glad we are still friends, no matter how many small quarrels may have. I really appreciate you, Bucky.
It’s a year late, but you’re finally stepping down as a Resident Advisor. I like to think I played a role in that decision. I have gotten to hang out with you more this semester than I ever could have dreamed of. I should have turned you down more often. In terms of like, instant relief, canceling plans is like heroin. Anyway, I’ve lost count of all the bets you’ve lost. Good thing you are now a certified Reseller™ so you can cover your losses. I can’t wait to see where life takes you and how you grow both as a man and a parent.
Where do I even begin? What a rollercoaster of a year it has been. Last year I would not have believed you if you said I would be rooming with you this semester. It’s been an absolute blessing to be your roommate and it has greatly enriched my life. I like to think that I’ve had some impact on your life, but I think we can both agree that I’ve benefitted the most out of our relationship. I could do with a little less “meowing” though. That’s just plain weird. We’re not just friends, we are allies, which can be a good deal more effective. We always have each other’s back and willing to tell one another the harsh truth. What a semester.
You’re the type of person to purchase one pair of the most widely released Yeezy of all time and then quit your day job because you profited $0.24. Thanks for driving me around though. Even though it usually pretty pointless. Like, why did we drive to North Carolina for cookies at 3AM? That’s a question I would like answered. You literally killed clout this semester. That’s something that won’t be easily forgotten. You also may or may not have more reps than credit hours. I’m going to stop roasting you now. With a little more common sense and direction, you will do great things with your life. You have the drive and motivation to accomplish anything you set your mind on.
According to all known laws of friendship, you and I should not be friends. It truly is a miracle that we are even able to be within a 50ft vicinity of each other without you getting bad vibes from me. I wonder if the only reason you tolerated me is so that I could take cute photos of you with cats at the humane society. Maybe someday you’ll be able to handle prickly situations over the phone rather than being locked in a car and being forced to pinky promise that you’ll simply talk to someone. But hey, all’s well that well that ends well. Sometimes you’re a Timmy; sometimes you’re a Tuesday, and I think you got to experience both ends of the spectrum this semester. We’ve hit rock bottom, so there’s nowhere to go but up. You know? You know.
I appreciate you more than you probably even realize. I’ve always had admiration for your calm spirit and your ability to hack the thermostat so that it would go below 71. Your willingness to take my wild ideas and entertain them truly has a special place in my heart. Running around campus in the pouring rain, sneaking into an abandoned house, and descending 3 stories into the sewer to find quarters for laundry will be something I will never forget. Keep an eye out for me this winter break. I just might show up your front doorstep.
I can’t even begin to imagine how boring your prayer group is without me. It is whatever the opposite of dynamic is. I can’t be too harsh since you’re shooting better than McDowell. I’ve had the pleasure of watching you grow and become bolder in your endeavors. You still won’t do a flip at Panther Falls though. I have this eerie feeling that all the group chats we are in will devolve to just you and I texting each other to get food. That’s not going to happen though. You’re going to bank in a deep three and the rest will be history. Thanks for always keeping me in check and reminding me that you don’t need a season to make wise choices.
I’ve actually been to Twelve Five Russell Springs Drive more than I thought I would be. Your roommates are always so hospitable and I’m glad they have welcomed me and my friends with open arms. Tell em I said, “Hi”. You could do a whole lot better, but I think you somewhat have got your life figured out now. That one kid seems to be treating you alright and I’m just glad that he knows how many Eno’s you prefer. I will never forget the time I missed freaking luau so I could have some Coca-Cola with you. That was truly a memorable experience. Delaware was pretty nifty too. The big question is whether or not we are making Spring Break happen. The short answer is: Yes.
The amount of time I spend with you is directly proportional to how much you wear your Bluetooth headset. You’ve grown a lot this semester, and it’s been fun watching you learn how to navigate college. I now understand what you mean when you say that you don’t do well in group chats. You’re right, you absolutely suck. I do appreciate you always being around to take candid photos of me and my friends eating food. One can only hope that you will burn all of your American Eagle graphic tees. I am looking forward to next semester and all of the adventures that await us.
You might want to sit down before you read this. Out of everyone I’ve met at Liberty, you probably frustrated me the most. It’s not because I don’t like you; it’s because I care about you. You have super willing to let me air out my feelings, and for that, I am eternally grateful. You’ve had your low points this semester, but you bounced back. Much like Bitcoin, people are going to wish they had invested in you much earlier. In that same vein, the people cashing out now will regret it when they realize your value is only going to continue to rise. I’m glad to see that you’ve got an idea of what you want. Life is a back and forth type of thing. Let’s just hope that if you go backward, you change something so that you don’t end up having a breakdown while eating cake and ice cream.
I have nothing but respect for you and your game. I can only hope to have half of the Instagram game that you do. My one hope for you going forward is that you’ll be able to cop a pair of Yeezys for retail. Next semester will be your time though. Whether it’s buying Yeezys or hitting a 3-point buzzer beater, I have confidence you’re going to hit the pinnacle of your collegiate years. So turn up Slump the Ski Mask God or whatever it is you’re bumping to these days and get out there and hit that game winner.
Let’s be real, GOVT 421 saved our friendship. Without it, we would have nothing to talk about or even have in common. Just kidding. Not really. Well, I guess there’s a bit of truth to that statement. I’m glad we are buddies and I love coming over to your house for anything but Friendsgiving. I can’t believe we’ve made far without beef ending our friendship. I guess that speaks to how bad you are at cooking. It’s been a fun year and I can’t wait until something wild happens so that we have something else to bond over. Put that on a pillow.