2008 Woodie Awards
Down to the Core: Ups and downs of collegiate living
Cory Twibell
Opinion | 4/7/08
My mom always reminded me on my way out the door, "More than five is abuse." I would laugh, give her a kiss, and proceed to partake in whatever the night had to offer. I'm thinking that was around 10th grade, but I suppose the statistic still has some relevance. She just forgot some words in there, "per hour."
I'd like to think I've found the balance between work and partying. I hover in the 3.0 range and I'm on track with credits as a junior. I live in a stereotypical college house three blocks from Chipotle and Wells. Still, I lie in bed a few nights a week and think to myself that I'm still steering in the wrong direction. I'd ask Jesus to take the wheel but I'm fairly positive that's copyright infringement.
I never considered majors in my college search and Towson was the only school I visited. I thought to myself, "Hey Cor! Wow, 50 majors! I'm sure you'll find one that fits who you are and where you're going!" What an idiot.
At this junction in time, I know exactly who I am yet I have no idea where I'm going. There is some strange comfort in the unknown.
Uncertainty is a formidable foe, an admirable adversary and another alliterative amalgamation. I really didn't mean to continue the alliteration there but I just thesaurus-ed "combination" and amalgamation came up and it was too perfect to leave out. Everything sort of fell into place my first two years here.
I guess I had the illusion I could just take five Gen-Eds every semester and graduate in four years. I have declared four majors thus far. I figure if I dabble in a bit of everything, I'll be really well-rounded when I graduate. Basically I'll be too qualified for any potential employment with all these majors under my belt.
My brother graduated with a degree in sociology and recently decided he wants to become a New York state trooper. He missed his college graduation for Preakness.
My eldest brother graduated with a degree in business management and recently decided he wants to become a teacher. He is now in grad school at Adelphi University and is an assistant coach for the baseball team. Words on a page can't describe how much I love them and how much I look up to each one.
They have come down here to visit over the years, to sample the nightlife, see the sights, to drink a beer or 47. Over the course of the weekend, one of them will usually say, "I probably should've gone to Towson." Every time I hear this, I remind myself that worrying about majors and internships just isn't as important as surrounding yourself with good people and enjoying the time while we're here.
I'm trying to take the last half of my college years in stride. I try to keep the search for a major exciting; keeping in mind that there are so many jobs out there that we don't even know that it's possible to get paid for having. I see it all as a chance to grow up, even if just a little.
If I lived the lifestyle I currently am living after college, I would not be a living human with a beating heart in two to four years. For the time being, I'll be embracing whatever else comes my way and enhancing my life as I go.
I'd like to think I've found the balance between work and partying. I hover in the 3.0 range and I'm on track with credits as a junior. I live in a stereotypical college house three blocks from Chipotle and Wells. Still, I lie in bed a few nights a week and think to myself that I'm still steering in the wrong direction. I'd ask Jesus to take the wheel but I'm fairly positive that's copyright infringement.
I never considered majors in my college search and Towson was the only school I visited. I thought to myself, "Hey Cor! Wow, 50 majors! I'm sure you'll find one that fits who you are and where you're going!" What an idiot.
At this junction in time, I know exactly who I am yet I have no idea where I'm going. There is some strange comfort in the unknown.
Uncertainty is a formidable foe, an admirable adversary and another alliterative amalgamation. I really didn't mean to continue the alliteration there but I just thesaurus-ed "combination" and amalgamation came up and it was too perfect to leave out. Everything sort of fell into place my first two years here.
I guess I had the illusion I could just take five Gen-Eds every semester and graduate in four years. I have declared four majors thus far. I figure if I dabble in a bit of everything, I'll be really well-rounded when I graduate. Basically I'll be too qualified for any potential employment with all these majors under my belt.
My brother graduated with a degree in sociology and recently decided he wants to become a New York state trooper. He missed his college graduation for Preakness.
My eldest brother graduated with a degree in business management and recently decided he wants to become a teacher. He is now in grad school at Adelphi University and is an assistant coach for the baseball team. Words on a page can't describe how much I love them and how much I look up to each one.
They have come down here to visit over the years, to sample the nightlife, see the sights, to drink a beer or 47. Over the course of the weekend, one of them will usually say, "I probably should've gone to Towson." Every time I hear this, I remind myself that worrying about majors and internships just isn't as important as surrounding yourself with good people and enjoying the time while we're here.
I'm trying to take the last half of my college years in stride. I try to keep the search for a major exciting; keeping in mind that there are so many jobs out there that we don't even know that it's possible to get paid for having. I see it all as a chance to grow up, even if just a little.
If I lived the lifestyle I currently am living after college, I would not be a living human with a beating heart in two to four years. For the time being, I'll be embracing whatever else comes my way and enhancing my life as I go.
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