Sorry, I would’ve posted earlier but today is Doghead. I don’t expect you to know what that means, but I will tell you that Doghead is enough of a reason to come to Colby. The bullet points are I’ve been awake for 2 days straight, have been all around the campus at different parties and meeting up with different friends, saw the sunrise with everyone I know on the steps of Miller Library, went off to an off campus house and rocked out by a bonfire, got my face painted like a raccoon/Natalie Portman in Black Swan, and have spent the rest of the day trying to recover and eating pizza alone while watching TV reruns. I’m going light on details because I don’t really know what I’m allowed to write about here, but the point is, Doghead is a group activity that facilities a wild and unique stretch of 12ish hours. So have your own.
What I’m gearing up for right now is Spring Break. Every year, the Frisbee team goes down to Savannah, Georgia for a huge tournament, where the accents drip slow like molasses and where local cops love to give out arbitrary speed tickets to cars with out-of-state plates (I’m not allowed to drive Colby vehicles anymore, so thanks for that.) A 22-hour drive from Maine to Georgia in a straight shot. I’ve got a car with 5 other seniors in it and I have no doubt it is going to be wild. Do you guys know what ‘South of the Border’ is? “America’s favorite highway oasis,” a rest stop and attraction going down 95, replete with Mexican food and fireworks and rusted carnival rides. But standing in the way of that is me memorizing all 54 lines of Sammy Coleridge’s Kubla Khan and writing a 21 page story for my fiction class.
But I’m oh so close.