I'm officially back at GW to start my senior year, which of course commences with a weekend full of debauchery before classes start.
It already feels weird to be part of the oldest class on campus. Walking around today in my Chris Cooley jersey it crossed my mind that I was pretty much older than 75% of the people surrounding me. This is especially weird considering that at least once a month I still get mistaken for being a freshman in high school. But my train of deep thoughts ("Age truly is just a number!") was interrupted when a man missing half his teeth stopped me outside the Marvin Center to show me his Redskins tattoo and shout "HAIL!", which alarmed a few freshmen parents.
In other news, the crappy walkie talkie phone has been replaced with...a blackberry. I know how GW of me this transition is, but I can't lie - I love this phone. Hopefully it lasts longer than my ipods. In a strange parallel universe-like turn of events, my friend Brendan (the baby) broke his phone in the same week and has now had to revert to using an old skool nokia phone. This creates a lot of issues for him, and when he looks at me, depressed and frustrated with his crappy piece of plastic, I can only shrug at his 12-year-old Nick Carter face and turn back to my BBMs.
