Van Wilder Freshman Year

October 17, 2010 by Post Team 

Van Wilder Freshman Year, The line between adolescence and adulthood is extremely blurred. At this stage, the mode of life after college is likely to be in many respects similar to college life. (Or even the lifestyle of pre-college to graduate, before returning home.) This increase in recent years of the wave, the period of liability without young adulthood was that it is less likely for new graduates to the nostalgia of their college years. It’s not as if they are certified and suddenly found themselves with careers, mortgages and families to take care of. For most, even after college, they are still bumming aimlessly, trying to understand their lives, except they no longer have to eat cafeteria food or sit by advanced computing classes. Many of them have not even jobs. What do they have to envy?

Accordingly, it has become strangely unfashionable to speak of longing for your days in college. Your life after college is supposed to be even better, everything about it. Sure, college was fun, but they were the best days of your life? Not at all! Only losers miss college, right?

Well, I’m here to tell you that although I am enjoying my life post-college, college has also been impressive, and sometimes I do miss it. What I like is the near miss I had many great friends.

This was not the case for those of you who went to college in the occupied cities with large sprawling campuses and massive population flight, but if you went to school on a small campus a rural area like I did, the college quickly becomes your private Fraggle Rock wonders of all your friends, loves, and Frenemies. At the end of freshman year I knew at least one or two people in each dorm on campus, and if I stopped to visit a person and they were not at home, never fear! Someone else in a walk of 5 minutes was bound to be around. It was easy to take for granted the fact that so many of my friends were on hand. When we all dispersed to our respective home states for the summer, it was uncomfortable to realize how close we really were from each other, but I knew it was a temporary state of things, quickly corrected the following autumn when everyone and things were blissfully returned back to normal, at least for another semester.

It is difficult to imagine having dozens of friends to hand over. These days, it’s not that simple. My college friends are spread across the country, even in the world. Although some small bunches of them are conveniently located in specific cities, they are certainly not yet living in the same building or even neighborhood. And even if I made a number of post-college friends who live in my region, we are all still pretty spread out.

That’s what I miss about the college, proximity unusual, unrealistic, bizarre and sometimes unhealthy we all had each other. You also miss or not, it is undoubtedly an experience that can be duplicated.

DANI ALEXIS Ryskamp: I lived on campus in a dorm across the street from the Arts and Sciences building, all four years of college, and I liked it for all sorts of reasons. Five minutes walk from the classroom. An even shorter walk to the library and cafeteria. A private room (which was one of the advantages of the Honors College). All my best friends who live on the same floor, or, at most, a staircase below me. My life was beautifully wrapped and well organized, and I missed this structure terribly when I went out into the adult world (TM) and had to start dealing with simple things like getting to work and make my own dinner.

Ironically, I managed to buy some of that suburban bliss only college ignoring much of what I learned in college. I hated every job I worked after college until the stellar Michigan economy forced me to “employees” pool completely and I had to go to work for me as a freelancer, a situation that my college professors had been assured would lead me to my friends died in the gutter. If I’m in the gutter, I’m a heck of a lot happier than I am out of it!

My superiors also told me about colleges in the law school on the grounds that, as freelance writing, graduate studies in English left me alone and dead in the gutter, perhaps to die of rabies, as the unfortunate Edgar Allan Poe. I will credit the law school with me to help go even crazier than I’ve ever been, including giving me the invaluable experience to spend two weeks in a psychiatric hospital (something very few writers seem without success). But so far I have avoided dependence on morphine and unleashed the tragic death by consumption I hear are the lot of all writers True (TM). … And I’m not even thirty.

Moral: Enjoy College, but do not believe a damn thing they tell you.

Stephon JOHNSON: I turned 28 this year and my birthday, one of my closest friends of the university texted me happy birthday, said she missed me and said my birthday always reminds her of college because he fell all around, when students moved back on campus.

It is my birthday this year was the same day freshmen arrived at my alma mater for the first time.

The belief often held nostalgic about your college years is that only adult developmentally arrested (or “losers” that Mrs. Schoeman said) always thinks about the college. Is not life supposed to improve after your years of study? Why focus so much on the past? Usually this type of questions from people who went to college near a major metropolitan area or did not really enjoy their school years in general. Stay away from these people.

Another reason for people to invest a huge amount of stock Mental remembering the final park before adulthood comes from a society that values youth above all. Since the advent of a specific culture among teenagers in America (Madison Avenue and find a way to sell in large quantities), we were fascinated by the concept of “feel young again.” This is true for music. Since the 1950s (ie the extension of what would be called “Rock-N-Roll”) popular music has focused on young people with only certain artists (and some genera) have relevance in middle age and beyond.

Why do I say this? I, like Ms. Schoeman, went to a small private school in a rural area. Students on campus, faculty members, service workers, housekeepers, security, etc. have been in your family. Even after graduation, each time I visited campus I feel like I’m 19 or 20 years again. It goes for my friends from college. No matter how mature we are (or we) whenever we are around each other, we return immediately to our 20 years themselves. Maybe that’s why a certain sub-genre of film is dedicated to the life of the college. Think of films like Kicking & Screaming (not the Will Ferrell movie, but Noah Baumbach-directed film since 1995), Van Wilder, Dead Man On Campus, Slackers (not the classic Richard Linklater: Slacker, but the 2002 film Jason Schwartzman) and most recently accepted. Although these films could be created for college-age children, knows that Hollywood is also a nostalgic adult audience of dormitories, dining keggers and foods that feed on these films in place.

I miss college. Let me rephrase my question, I miss many parts of the college. Some I do not miss much. But unlike many people, I do not brush the bad memories and act like everything was candy, unicorns and rainbows double (* what does it mean? *). However, there is a natural tendency for many to miss those who have literally been near them. Being able to walk into the room of a friend is a treasure that I miss so far. Now, the only one you can see each other is in recess control, bank accounts and schedules (and I do not even mention the bus / train airplane rides /).

This is not surprising that many of us, much of our 20′s, are so nostalgic about the college. Many of us in all had a great time. With the average young adult is becoming more and more to reach maturity (I think that, scientifically speaking, age is now 25 instead of 21, but do not take my word for it) the train of nostalgia can break with all people not ready to let go.

But despite the sadness of the loss of youth, he can do better.

Make sure you do not fall into the role of what society says a person must be mature. Many former colleges miss the last pieces of the freedom that comes with college life. You can though, as long as you follow your path and make you happy. Do not do things because you think that’s what you should do. Do it because you want them. If you do what you want, you’ll never mature, because you will need money for happiness or simply will not care and still happy.

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