As the semester is winding down, my mind begins to add up all of the utterly ridiculous activities and events that transpired over this period of time.I begin to think about all the time I have wasted with putting projects and assignments off until the last minute.

Those all-night study sessions that eventually end in me getting physically ill because of anxiety over my lack of being prepared. That whole weak stomach thing is really bitter in clutch situations.

Then I begin to think about how I have found myself in some of the oddest situations and making some of the most unmentionable memories.

I begin to think about this notion of really living and appreciating these few years of being able to be young and really dumb.

For instance, I never thought I would see the day when I would tell a modern-day Serbian giant what I really thought of him over a game of pong.

The most ridiculous part of all these memories stems from the fact that so many of them were completely unplanned.

So, why is it that this whole education thing that we are partaking in over these four to 20 years of getting our degrees needs to be a constant plan?

I mean, I get the fact that we need to have a plan of some sort for life.

We need to know that a steady income will be a reality and not just a good idea gone wrong like Adam Sandler in a serious movie or going to a formal of some kind without alcohol in your system.

Our minds are in this constant maze of confusion over time management and an endless attempt to find out if there really are enough hours in the day.

It is an unfortunate truth that we are moving away from being carefree and into an adult mindset, some of us faster than others. As the semesters are getting closer and closer to the graduation day, we are checking our résumés and slowly attempting to set up a future.

It is not where I want to be. As this cycle continues, I just want to live for a few moments and watch Kevin Durant turn somebody into a walking dunkface; yes, that is a real term that should be used early and often during pick-up games.

Regardless of whether or not it is where I want to be, I am standing at that crossroad where fun and excitement meet the real world of having to find time to make good times happen.

Perhaps spontaneity just kind of slowly dies or drinks itself to sleep when a life gets on track.

It’s that point where you have an actual purpose as opposed to a constant merry-go-round of random nights and good friends that just have a mutual appreciation for the overall comedy of errors that we go through as human beings.

Maybe growing up is not this horrible thing that involves small talk, a job where your only real purpose is to bring home a paycheck, and a wife that is just glad you are not attractive enough to pull someone better-looking than her.

Perhaps growing up is just what we make it out to be or how interesting we can really make it, like education in general or any political debate outside of a governmental position.

We could downplay this life, drifting in a motion where our résumé actually does speak louder than we do or we could actually grow up in a fashion that we could appreciate.

The job might still be lame, the conversation could be boring and the wife could even be bitter about the fact that she couldn’t find someone more attractive than you in the long run.

When it comes right down to it though, we are planning for something bigger and the party and memories should never really stop because of our situation.

So, do that “stanky leg” for all the good times that are now and will come with the boringness of life to follow.

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