how lucky am i to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
the following is a collection of some of my favorite moments
and all of my favorite people from the past four years.
on our way to vegas at the ripe age of 18
and on the way home
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singing bon jovi in florence |
yab
bringing style back to travel
shades and blades
the time gen cried at her birthday dinner
abuse in the vistas
san luis rey
where boys become men
katris the rapist
traveling the world together
kisses from munich
tall boys on the metro
when we met ellie goulding
someone's 21st
when gen had a nose ring
ob noodlehouse
san o camping
one of many champagne brunches
splashing with friends in vegas
drinking in beds in vegas
when some of us voted and obama got re-elected
usd takes on tiesto
sweater parties
threesomes
more noodles
beer hockey
playing dress-up
another formal
when kaity finished the LSAT
underage nights at the pennant
getting dogs drunk
buenos aires
coachella
vegas again
czech's special kind of peer pressure
and vegas one more time
i am so lucky and grateful to have met some of the most intelligent, kind, and beautiful people here in san diego. people who can also drink disgusting amounts of alcohol five nights out of the week and still manage to graduate and land impressive jobs. people criticize our school for being superficial, cliquey, and fake. sometimes these things are true, but i feel fortunate to have met genuine people with impressive ambition and big hearts. dance tutorials, inappropriate humor, dirty stories, a collective 1 million calories in fireball, 1,000 hangovers spent in bed til 2, and all the other recreational fun has all affected me for the better i'm sure.
to those in san diego, let's all move two miles north to pb and pretend we're grown up.
i heard alehouse is the new comber.
and to those moving away, it won't be goodbye for long.
i wish the best of luck to all of you and i can't wait to see what wonderful things you do next.
