Just Can’t Get Enough
So, I finally got around to laundry this week for the first time in almost a month.
Other things I’ve finally got around to doing?
Well, hello again friend! Nice to see you. Please don’t hate me. I love you. Come back, baby. I can change. I can change!
Concordia has been a different place since everyone came back. I felt a little over protective at first since I was here all summer, and then all these whippersnappers came back and acted like it was THEIR home. It’s mine! I never left! Feel my loyalty!
But if there’s anything I’ve learned since last week, it’s that no matter how long you stay away you can always come home to Concordia. Oh sure sure, cue the awwws. I can BE cheesy and sentimental - because everyone reading this knows its TRUE.
My good friend Andrea and I (that’s her in the picture) have ADORED Homecoming ever since our freshman year. And lucky for us, there were several elements working in our favor this year to make it the best year ever – mostly that I didn’t have any theatre rehearsal to keep me from bonfire or the game, that I finally understood the rules to football, and that I finally, finally, finally, FINALLY learned the Cobber Fight Song. Also, we vowed to make it our best homecoming ever since it was our last one as students.
However, I was able to fend off the senior year panic attacks for most of the weekend and enjoy the prospect of being an alumnus in less than a year. I made sure to hit every event that I could, and when Sunday rolled around I was well and ready to stay in bed until noon. Thursday was a blast since Andrea and I were able to make it to the Pep Fest before the Bonfire for the first time since freshman year – we ran straight from musical rehearsal last year and still missed our chance to sing the Cobber cheer. On Friday, another group of great friends and I (that’s Amanda, Tifany, Sarah, Allie and I) got prettied up and spent a good chunk of change at dinner at the HoDo before heading to the Harvest Ball for approximately 15 minutes. (I’m much better at eating than dancing). Saturday morning I was up bright and early to march in the parade with CSC, where we got to march between the classes of 1957 and 1937. If all Cobbers age that well, then I am in for a long and fruitful life. I even got to compare rings with someone from the class of ’57!
All in all, it was a great reason to stand up and cheer.