It has frequently been described to me by wise veterans that, "college will be the best four years of a person's life." I recall one occasion of a peer who was on the receiving end of this same adage, given innocently enough. This student, whose first-hand experience had undoubtedly given him an entirely different opinion on the matter, fairly noted that if the veteran's statement was true, it implied that the said student should expect his life after college to consist predominantly of routine colonoscopies, and being run over by cars on a biweekly basis. I think the man got the point, because he walked away quietly.
The college veteran's words might be true, but I see my friend's point as well, clear as crystal. While college life certainly is a whole new epoch in a person's life, marked by freedom and independence, it is by no means easy. I personally had a monstrous time dealing with all the hurdles college life threw at me, and it threw hurdles like an episode of Takeshi's Castle. But however hard my first year was, it would have been a whole lot worse without a close friend of mine, who went the entire year being quite unappreciated. I intend this post as a tribute to him.
This friend was with me every step of the way, from the day I started packing up until the day I left. We walked shoulder-to-shoulder everyday, taking on challenges as they came. He was incredibly organized and trustworthy. He always knew exactly what we needed, and very often provided me with just the tools I needed to handle my work and day-to-day tasks. He was rarely ever a burden, and was always so comfortable to be around. No matter how much shit I gave him, he would always take it without complaint, only giving it back when I really asked for it. I always knew that no matter what, he had my back. And he knew, all along, that I was always supporting him too.
So, here's a toast. To my Wildcraft backpack, whose build quality, capacity, padding and sturdiness, all aided me in completing my first year of college, and hopefully, all the remaining years as well.
The college veteran's words might be true, but I see my friend's point as well, clear as crystal. While college life certainly is a whole new epoch in a person's life, marked by freedom and independence, it is by no means easy. I personally had a monstrous time dealing with all the hurdles college life threw at me, and it threw hurdles like an episode of Takeshi's Castle. But however hard my first year was, it would have been a whole lot worse without a close friend of mine, who went the entire year being quite unappreciated. I intend this post as a tribute to him.
This friend was with me every step of the way, from the day I started packing up until the day I left. We walked shoulder-to-shoulder everyday, taking on challenges as they came. He was incredibly organized and trustworthy. He always knew exactly what we needed, and very often provided me with just the tools I needed to handle my work and day-to-day tasks. He was rarely ever a burden, and was always so comfortable to be around. No matter how much shit I gave him, he would always take it without complaint, only giving it back when I really asked for it. I always knew that no matter what, he had my back. And he knew, all along, that I was always supporting him too.
So, here's a toast. To my Wildcraft backpack, whose build quality, capacity, padding and sturdiness, all aided me in completing my first year of college, and hopefully, all the remaining years as well.
