i'm a fish hear me roar
you know, it's about that time.

things have just been sneaking up on me all over the place. why didn't anyone tell me this week was the last week of classes already? i'm pretty sure someone is in charge of stuff like this.

anyway, as my 4th year in college is coming to an end, i'd like to take a quick look back on each year. look back on the laughs and the tears -- i want all of it back. honestly, it has gone by way too fast.


freshman year was all about just having fun. i was a small fish in a big pond, but i still felt like the king of the jungle. the late night food runs every day with the honorary non-freshman/upperclassman, the endless nights of playing goldminer, doing everything with johanna and titus.


this was the year that titus really found his love for basketball. he came in as a scrub, i gotta admit, but four years later, he is the most improved player for sure. he gets the monta ellis award in my book.

i remember spending so many nights at san jac that the front desk guy tried to ban me. he knew me by face and name, and even though i tried my darndest to befriend him, he would have none of it. by the way, i am the sole reason that san jac now has a limit on how many nights someone can be signed in for a semester, i kid you not.

shaving our heads. what a cultish move, but i loved it. no holds barred freshman year.


remember after every large group all of us freshmen would parade down to pho? looking back, we were such fools, but we didn't care. this was when our class really started to display our musical talents, you know, pre-lion king. we would sing backstreet boys songs in the middle of the restaurant. we even got song requests.

every so often us JPG's would joke around about breaking out of AACM, then CBS, and forming our own fellowship. you know, joke around in that half-serious kind of way. we saw so many things that were wrong with how things were going, but we decided to stick with it and try to fix things instead of leaving. what a decision that turned out to be.

i met alby, the guy who didn't go to UT but was always in town anyways. johanna would always ask me about it later, how me and him were friends after only a day or something, but i just told her it was a guy thing. you know, guys get a bad rap for not understanding girls, but i gotta tell ya, we usually know more than you think. it's the way girls don't understand guys that truly perplexes me.


JPG's stuck together. we took what we had in high school and transferred it to college life. life was good. we were the new kids on the block, and we were definitely here to stay.

for senior farewell, we started a tradition with our class that has gone to rather epic proportions. i loved how everyone came out and just did whatever was asked of them. shameless, we thought. but then again, it's all relative.


what can i say? my class was, is, and will always be the shiznit. hands down. that is all for now -- come back later.