Wow, I haven’t written a post in a long time, so I figure I owe one to my loyal readers (that “s” at the end might be a bit of stretch) out there. So here are my thoughts on the past month.
Mazel tov America. We did it. We elected Barack Obama. Now, I planned on writing a post blaming college aged kids if Senator McCain won. I planned on saying how the youth are so outspoken and always complaining about this and that and jumping on the “I Hate George W. Bush Bandwagon” and then never showing up to vote. But you proved me wrong. The 18-25 demographic showed up in record numbers. It was insane that President-elect Obama won in almost every demographic, including outstanding showings among Christians and Protestants (which have both leaned Republican since the Reagan years), the Jews (almost 80%) and even the elderly. It is important to mention that Senator McCain’s concession speech was incredible and inspiring. If he would have spoken like that all campaign long (and the economy didn’t fall apart and Bush’s approval ratings weren’t in the crapper) he would have had a fighting chance. The Senator McCain I know (and have met numerous times) has a great sense of humor and is incredibly insightful and we didn’t see that on the campaign. In addition, it will also be interesting to see how the Republicans recover and what Governor Palin (or should I say “Rock Star” Palin) will do.
What else, what else. Oh! So it’s pretty rad that Blink-182 is talking again, huh?
Anyway, moving on… So I started my edits and rewrites of a script I am writing. I wrote it over the summer and decided not to look at it for a couple months to see if I still liked it after the wait. Well, I looked at it and still liked it. It needs work though. It’s just good to be writing again, especially since the script is very personal, but also incredibly hysterical. Obviously, this is the first time I am posting on it (and only a handful of friends know about it), but I take pieces of my blog and real life experiences and put it into this piece of work that I am so passionate about. It’s a pretty cool and funny script and I will continue to work on it throughout the winter (it’s a slow process). It’s kind of hard to write the script and then come back to the blog. It’s two completely different kinds of writing pieces. I will try though.
So I went to visit a prestigious law school in Washington (whose school has a weird mascot) and two things went through my head: 1. “Well I guess this is growing up.” 2. These people are strange. So my first thought was the idea that I was growing up. It seemed like a far off thought until I actually stepped onto campus and saw myself there. It was a very strange feeling. I mean, I’m looking forward to the future but also enjoying the present (I will get back to this in a little). The second thought I had is that the people at this school were strange. There were two types of people: the pretentious people that wore sweater vests and nice clothing and the people who wore sweat pants and a hoody to class. I started to think about which one I would be. The pretentious one is interesting. In all fairness, they deserve to be pretentious; this was a hard school to get into and they are clearly better than most. But also, they kind of seemed like douches. But cool and smart douches. The sweatshirt people were laid back, but also a little too informal for a place like this law school. I don’t know what I would be. Both sides are attractive. Hopefully, I could find a healthy medium.
My last tidbit is that I went to my last home college football game as a student, and although my team got whipped, I stayed until the end in the freezing cold. I just sat there as my team was down by over 30 and thought about the good and bad times. I was incredibly emotional and although my team let me down last night, they were one of the few constant things in my college career. I could always count on them to be there for me every Saturday. It was an emotional experience, but like some band said, “Well I guess this is growing up” (although before this they said, “Take your pants off.”). I’m sad this chapter of my life has come to a close but I will always cherish the times I had in that stadium living and dying with every touchdown and interception thrown.