Overrated

No I'm not talking about the Lakers. I'm talking about college life. I have the perfect solution for anyone pining for the days of college where all you had to do was go to class and parties, your meals were cooked for you, and your dishes were washed for you.

The solution is quite simple: go to your ten year reunion and stay in a basement dorm room. Then you'll learn in a hurry to appreciate your current station in life.

A certain Grinnellian nicknamed the Klassmaster and I were roommates in college and we were roommates again this weekend. I don't know how we did it back then, sharing such a tiny space. Speaking of tiny spaces, twin beds are small. How did I fit in that thing on a nightly basis? Let alone, how did two people... You know, I won't go down that route. I'll just leave it at "twin beds are small and really only met for .7623 people"

And then there's the issue of shared bathrooms. Some guys feel the need to wash their whiskers, shaving cream, and nasal offerings down the sink drain, and some don't. Until this weekend, I had forgotten that the "some don't" faction of men exists. Last time I saw a sink as nasty as the one I saw this weekend was, well, ten years ago.

I had a great time at reunion, but I won't make this blog anymore boring than it already is by adding details. I just wanted to comment on how soft I'm getting in my old age (are you reading this Laurie P?). A weekend in that shitty dorm room with Klassy was more than enough to make me yearn for no other place than Emily's and my little piece of America in south Minneapolis. It's hard to believe my accomodations this weekend was how I lived for three years (I had my own room in an off-campus house, senior year).

p.s. AP, how did we miss you? And how did you find my blog out the millions of weblogs out there, but couldn't find me in the two-horse town of Grinnell, Iowa?