Good things come to those who wait - 3 weeks left & counting
By: Adam Lamar
Staff Writer
Issue date: 4/24/06 Section: Opinions
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As I fondly look back at my time here at The Pine Log, I am reminded of all the things that I am going to miss bout SFA. Just kidding folks. This isn't a farewell column, and I'm not going anywhere. We are, however, in the final dregs of the semester, and its not quite time to let the steam in your engine peter out.
At this time of the year, the average student has a million things flying around inside his head. Term papers, lease renewals, new apartments, finals, interviews, new cars, Tivo, beer, registration, family members and graduation just to name a few. The temptation to just freak out and drop proverbial ball is extremely tempting, but not as tempting as the opportunity to not eat Top Ramen or cafeteria fodder.
For those of you fortunate enough to be leaving college life in Deep East Texas behind, just know that in a few weeks, you get to go find a real job. I know that sounds bad at first, but along with a real job comes a "real" paycheck. No more nickel and dime-ing it for you guys. Now you get to put your hard earned, eighty-thousand-dollar education to work for you as you make fresh tracks on the newly fallen snow of the cold and bitter world of business as you head off to do corporate battle.
For those of us who are not yet ready join the Saint Crispin's Day happy few, we can rely comfortably on the fact that if we remain responsible for another few weeks, we then can be as irresponsible as we please (at least until Memorial Day weekend is over).
Yes, we few, "we" happy few won't be doing battle along side Henry V anytime soon, but we will bask in the glory that is collegiate apathy, spending someone else's hard earned money that was given to us in low interest, subsidized government loans which we are under no obligation to begin repaying, yet. This Bachu-vellian debauchery is so enticing that we even sway some of the non-believers from the other side, drawing them into salvation if you will. These fortunate souls are called grad students.
Regardless of which faction you belong to, the anticipation is definitely in the air. We can all smell it, and I'm not just talking about the construction crews re-tarring the roofs. Change is coming, and I think that I can speak for all of us when I say that after this long semester, we all need it. I don't think that we need to all hold hands and sing a few choruses of "We Are The World." It's just that with all the crazy election practices, cops getting hit by drunken frat boys, international students getting fired, students dying and me writing a bunch of crap that apparently did little more than piss off most of the student body, we all need a break. That welcomed time for us to recharge our batteries is only a baker's couple of weeks away. So keep hope alive. Have faith. Up with hope, and down with dope! I mean-uh-maybe not that last one, but you get the idea.
In closing this week kiddies, I would like to send shout-outs to everyone I know on campus and name them all individually. Just kidding again, although that would be a killer way for me to meet the number of words I'm required to hand in for this thing. No, what I actually want to say is that whenever you decided to leave our illustrious campus (for good, not just for the weekend), you should look back at your time here fondling, I mean fondly, and remember your fellow Lumberjacks. Now that you've made your mark on the business world, and now that you made them phat dollars, do like the Alumni Association wants you to and give back to the community. For those of you upon whom subtlety is lost, if you see me in Flashback, buy me a beer. For those of you, like me, who will be returning in the either the summer or fall, if you happen to be spending Memorial Day at the Guadalupe River in beautiful New Braunfels, TX, toss me a cold old and let me hear a big "Hell Yeah" as you float by. I'll be standing by the tree in the middle of the river at Hueco Springs.
Adam Lamar is a speech communication junior from Nacogdoches.
At this time of the year, the average student has a million things flying around inside his head. Term papers, lease renewals, new apartments, finals, interviews, new cars, Tivo, beer, registration, family members and graduation just to name a few. The temptation to just freak out and drop proverbial ball is extremely tempting, but not as tempting as the opportunity to not eat Top Ramen or cafeteria fodder.
For those of you fortunate enough to be leaving college life in Deep East Texas behind, just know that in a few weeks, you get to go find a real job. I know that sounds bad at first, but along with a real job comes a "real" paycheck. No more nickel and dime-ing it for you guys. Now you get to put your hard earned, eighty-thousand-dollar education to work for you as you make fresh tracks on the newly fallen snow of the cold and bitter world of business as you head off to do corporate battle.
For those of us who are not yet ready join the Saint Crispin's Day happy few, we can rely comfortably on the fact that if we remain responsible for another few weeks, we then can be as irresponsible as we please (at least until Memorial Day weekend is over).
Yes, we few, "we" happy few won't be doing battle along side Henry V anytime soon, but we will bask in the glory that is collegiate apathy, spending someone else's hard earned money that was given to us in low interest, subsidized government loans which we are under no obligation to begin repaying, yet. This Bachu-vellian debauchery is so enticing that we even sway some of the non-believers from the other side, drawing them into salvation if you will. These fortunate souls are called grad students.
Regardless of which faction you belong to, the anticipation is definitely in the air. We can all smell it, and I'm not just talking about the construction crews re-tarring the roofs. Change is coming, and I think that I can speak for all of us when I say that after this long semester, we all need it. I don't think that we need to all hold hands and sing a few choruses of "We Are The World." It's just that with all the crazy election practices, cops getting hit by drunken frat boys, international students getting fired, students dying and me writing a bunch of crap that apparently did little more than piss off most of the student body, we all need a break. That welcomed time for us to recharge our batteries is only a baker's couple of weeks away. So keep hope alive. Have faith. Up with hope, and down with dope! I mean-uh-maybe not that last one, but you get the idea.
In closing this week kiddies, I would like to send shout-outs to everyone I know on campus and name them all individually. Just kidding again, although that would be a killer way for me to meet the number of words I'm required to hand in for this thing. No, what I actually want to say is that whenever you decided to leave our illustrious campus (for good, not just for the weekend), you should look back at your time here fondling, I mean fondly, and remember your fellow Lumberjacks. Now that you've made your mark on the business world, and now that you made them phat dollars, do like the Alumni Association wants you to and give back to the community. For those of you upon whom subtlety is lost, if you see me in Flashback, buy me a beer. For those of you, like me, who will be returning in the either the summer or fall, if you happen to be spending Memorial Day at the Guadalupe River in beautiful New Braunfels, TX, toss me a cold old and let me hear a big "Hell Yeah" as you float by. I'll be standing by the tree in the middle of the river at Hueco Springs.
Adam Lamar is a speech communication junior from Nacogdoches.