ucmb reunion :: jeff’s wedding :: portland, ct :: august thirty first two thousand seven
Every once in a while something happens to put an experience into crystal clear perspective… or it exorcises a ghost. Whatever.
There were times when I HATED being at UCONN. It was my mom’s school. The hockey team wasn’t a Hockey East team. My friends were all drunks. The homework sucked. My dorm sucked. Whatever excuse I could find, I used… I didn’t want to follow in my mom’s footsteps no matter what. And I did. I even ended up dating a guy who lived in her dorm. (!!!!!)
And on the flip side, there were times that I LOVED being there. (Of course, oddly enough, the best times are all drumline/marching band related: Leaving my shoes at UMASS was a huge highlight.) The marching band, Committees, Cape Cod, TBS/KKY, Delta Sig, Big/Little night at Hooters, Tamacka & you got Tache’d, Vaddo!, Schultzie & LInk & road tripping…
When I look at the whole picture, I realize it wasn’t quite so bad. I got more out of it than I thought I would. I got IMPORTANT stuff out of it. It’s like that MasterCard commercial says: “Being with people who get you? Priceless.”
10 years later, these guys are still some of the most important people in my life.