If asked at the start of this past fall semester about my general college experience, I would describe it as typical, classic and, most of all, good.
I would have also probably said I was ready to leave, to move on and start my post-grad life.
Fast forward six months to right now â€“â€“ almost half way through my final semester at CSU â€“â€“ and youâ€™d see a completely different person.
With graduation looming, I have become a mere shell of myself â€“â€“ one who has taken to holding back tears at the transit center after realizing I wonâ€™t be just another college student waiting for the bus in a couple months, or one who drives past campus on Laurel Street while looking off wistfully and saying â€˜I wish I went to the Oval more often.â€™â€
Donâ€™t get me wrong, Iâ€™ve had my fair share of college experiences. Iâ€™ve gone to football games. Iâ€™ve lost my phone, and dignity, after blacking out in Old Town. Iâ€™ve even worn a Snuggie in the Corbett dining hall after losing a bet.
But, it wasnâ€™t until several weeks ago that I realized Iâ€™ve yet to do something so integral to the typical college experience that itâ€™s almost expected. Iâ€™ve never gone on a real spring break.
It had never really occurred to me to go anywhere. So, for the most part, I spent my past three spring breaks sitting on the futon in my momâ€™s basement watching MTVâ€™s coverage of the sacred event in between shifts at my seasonal lifeguard job.
Iâ€™m not sure if it was because of my depressed senior status, or the drunken promise I made at a dinner party, but before I knew it, my spring break plans were ultimately set, and I was map questing directions to a place Iâ€™d never even thought of going: Moab, Utah.
The suggestion came from our Content Managing Editor Allison Sylte, and soon, two other co-workers jumped on board.
Since our decision, weâ€™ve all sat back and stared at Ali in fear as she excitedly described the 10-mile hikes and four-night camping trip sheâ€™s planned. And while my first thought was obviously, â€œOh dear God, I have made a terrible mistake,â€ I started to warm up to the idea of the trip.
After all, when people start telling me their spring break stories from college, I donâ€™t want to be the one who can only chime in with, â€œOh yeah, the YMCA is so crazy over breaks. The water exercise classes get so big we need two lifeguards!â€
I want to be able to look back fondly on college and say I did everything I thought I would â€“ that, once, my friends and I packed up my tiny car and drove to the desert for a real spring break.
News Editor Erin Udell is a senior journalism major. She is probably going to Moab and never coming back. Or if she does come back, she will only have one arm.