A (School) Yearly Reflection

And today marks the day, the day of yet another long year complete.

I feel as if the best way to look back and to think about the school year as a whole is to treat it like a self reflection piece. Every year I feel like there’s two main ends to the “year”, one being when the year actually ends and one being the end of the school year.

Before we dive too deep, here’s the directory of the piece in order of sections

Intro, Year Breakdown, How To Go Abroad, Going Abroad, Friendship Principle, Back to Chicago, Club Catalyst, School Principle, Balancing ‘Life’, Internal Principle, The Campus Smiles, Outro.

Today was the last day of my finals. Despite the three twelve page papers I had due and the countless nights spent at the library until sunrise in the past few weeks (which, surprisingly is the best place to socialize besides house parties and clubs in my opinion), I was really stumped.

I’m not even asking myself something crazy like “how am I supposed to know how Einstein’s theoretical principle applied to the findings related to the gravitational pull of the planet Mercury”, because it was very much on the study guide, but more of the average question most people laugh when they ask

“Ok, so when am I going to be using this information?”

But, as we’ll talk about, it’s more of the principle. Nearly every part of college is more of the principle. When people ask me why I go to college or what my favorite part of attending university is, the simple answer is “to learn the principles that come with it”.


A lot of times I forget that just like million of other kids in the world, at the end of the day I’m very much just another college kid with an intense college schedule and the constant life obstacle of learning how to balance school, creative projects, friends, and fun. And if there’s anything that this year taught me, it’s the importance of all the above.

So for starters, we’re going to use “the beginning of the year” as a place holder for September first, meaning that the end of the year would be, well, today; June thirteenth.

There’s a few parts to each year, and each part breaks very much into sub parts. There’s the beginning of the year which, for most college kids, is one of the three most anticipated times of the year. Well, simply because it’s the time when everyone goes back to school. The second most anticipated is that time right after Christmas break when everyone’s been home for weeks and is nearly ripping their hair out due to immense boredome and distant seperation from their housemates, friend group, and the constant partying that comes with the signing up of college. The third anticipation point, I’d like to say, would be today; the day when everything comes to an end and you can finally breathe and even possibly get a few nights of good sleep, which, during finals, happens very infrequently.


My year started a little different. Instead of packing my bag back up and moving back to my (contrary to popular belief, very very very college) apartment in the city, I packed all my clothes into one suitcase, filled my Palace duffle bag with a few pairs of shoes and chargers, and a backpack full of books I knew I’d never read, and I went on the Great Escape.

Before I dive too deep, I want to start this out by saying something. I assume that the majority of the ten thousand people that are going to read this are either high school students, kids in the transition to college right now, or current college students. That being said, I hope you take my advice on this one.

If there’s one bit of advice I could have, it’s to study abroad.

I don’t care what college you go to. It could be a community college near where you grew up, a massive state school with a fire football team and endless opportunity to blackout off bud light at pregames, or something in the middle. Every school offers some sort of way to study abroad.

To give you perspective on just how easy it is to study abroad, here was my process.

  • Pick a location you want to study in

    To be fair, my main criteria was to go somewhere incredibly fun, preferably warm, that had the best partying in the world. Seeing that I’ve spent a few months in London over the years, I crossed that one right out and googled something like “Best Places To Party In The World”.

    I lied, I googled exactly that. First thing that came up was Barcelona. Bam. Location picked.

  • Next, you just google (we’ll use Barcelona as example) “Barcelona Study Abroad Programs”

    There’s literally hundreds of companies who have one goal : set you up with studying abroad somewhere. I picked one called SAI. There’s also some others like CAA, CEA, ISA, the list goes on. They’re incredibly easy to find.

  • Once you’ve picked the program and location, go march right on into your schools offices and find your advisor. Tell them you either want to study in “ X” location through your “Y” university, or tell them you’re going through “Z” program.

    If your school doesn’t, lets say, offer a “Barcelona Study Abroad” then you’re going to go through the program and transfer your credits in as if you just went to community college for a semester. It transfers flawlessly.

  • After talking to your advisor, start the application process with the program. Super easy. You send in some bullshit two page paper about why you want to go, send your transcript (they accept every non idiot) and then prove you can pay them.

  • Once you’re in, you get a list of like 25 possible classes you can take and you pick like the top 8 you’d like, then just wait.

  • They send back your classes, you get them approved by your school advisor, you send over the money and you’re golden. Mine was $9000 for the semester which included my 4 classes at the University of Barcelona, housing in an apartment with four other American kids for the five months, and a weekend trip to this southern part of Spain called Sevilla.

    Seeing that most colleges are $25 - 30K per semester, this is one hell of a deal.


So fast forward to departure for Great Escape.

I had an email saying “Meet Leticia in the coffee shop attached to Arrivals Gate B in the Barcelona El Prat International Airport, she’ll be waiting for you”

And to be fair, that was the first of many James Bond-esque missions my five months of living in Spain put me through.

I still to this day laugh at the thought of what would have happened if I never found this short twenty five year old woman Leticia who indeed, was right there, waiting for me in the coffee shop attached to Arrivals Gate B.

She took me in a taxi through the city to my apartment, walked me in, gave me keys, and said “Have fun! Dinner is at seven” with her surprisingly thick Spanish accent.

I kind of shrugged my shoulders and gave it one of those “word, thanks” things.

So here I am, unpacking what seemed to be the most important and surprisingly clean fifty one pounds of clothes I owned, in a whole new country with no international phone plan, no friends, and no idea how to get around.

It wasn’t long until I met my other roommates who eventually became a newly found sense of family to me.

Dinner that night was crazy, as was the whole first week. Hundreds of American kids filled into a giant church like hall and we got welcomed to the American Branch of the University of Barcelona.

Most kids came in groups. Like some schools sent entire fraternities and sororities, and other schools sent something like fifty plus kids to the program. But no me. I was on my greatest solo mission yet.

Everyone looked around a lot that night. Like the first day of high school, or the first day of college you see in all those movies when people are kind of trying to pick what people they’ll be friends with and what kids in boat shoes they plan to avoid.


The first week went by and I had my program friends, my roommates, and my few school friends.

But that’s principle one: this set me back to the drawing board.

Everywhere in the country I go, any city you can name, I have a friend group. I know kids all over the place, but I didn’t know the kids here. It was all American kids. Like…. normies. Kids with polo shirts on and girls wearing their greek letters from their state school sorority houses. Kids that I haven’t spent the past few years learning how to become best friends with. You know, like the kids you kind of look at and say “wow they definitely talk about what their parents do”. Those type of kids.

And this principle taught me a lot.

Because, at the end of the five months there, I knew everyone. I had probably a little over a thousand friends. Friends from all over the world, friends from all walks of life, and friends from every major state school greek life program in the country.

You know, at regular school, you kind of stick to those of your kind. Like - if you like art you’ll probably surround yourself with art kids. Same goes for sports kids, geeks, stoners, athletes, etc.

And that’s because of the proximity principle. We like people who share common interests.

But abroad, everyone shares the same common interests: we’re all abroad.

None of us had many friends. And if kids did come with their friends, they wanted new friends to get away from the same friends they spend every minute of every other semester with.

So I learned how to mingle quick. And I spent five entire months making friends.

Yeah, we had school. But not really. Classes were a joke. My teachers knew we were abroad, and they knew we prioritized partying, traveling, and sleeping any and every spare hour we could seeing that we went out every night (and I mean… every night) until seven in the morning.

I took some fun classes though:

  • Grafitti and Urban Art

  • E-Commerce and Online Website Development

  • Entrepreneurship and Design Creation

  • Spanish Culture and Exploration

And if you can’t tell by now, all four of those were right up my alley. All of them I got straight A’s in and I had a lot of fun doing so.

Outside of the friendship principle was the moving around principle, which goes hand and hand with the “existing somewhere efficiently” principle.

Look. It’s a foreign city. We spoke Spanish all day every day. We had to learn the train system, the bus system, and the streets. We had 10GB of data on our phones a month and when that ran out (typically 15 days into the month) it was WiFi boys for the rest.

We went out every night from midnight until 7am and slept in pockets of the day that most people wouldn’t consider “night time”

We traveled somewhere new every weekend and learned the art of bringing a backpack to the club, putting it in coat check, and going straight from the club to the airport with a backpack, passport, and hopefully some cash and beat the odds of never once missing a flight, despite how drunk we were stumbling through the airport.

We learned what it meant to be twenty years old in a foreign country, and most of us learned to do it all with around five thousand dollars to our name.

I partially fell in love with a girl I met in Amsterdam (through instagram) then another in Paris.

I learned what it was like to really like a girl you meet just once, and only have like twelve hours with them until your next flight back to the warm party metropolis of Barcelona, which we quickly called home.

I learned that the phrase “when in Rome” truly does work for all over Europe, and “when in Rome” works even better when you’re trying party drugs all over the world.

Am I allowed to say that? Whatever. The truth is the truth. When in Rome, right?

I learned that it’s possible to make a thousand friends and still keep in contact with a bunch of them. Thanks Internet.

I learned that even some of the kids you’d think to avoid off first glance, well, they’re some of the nicest people. Honestly, especially the kid in the polo shirts.

I learned that it’s important to open up, and find out who you truly are. See what you like. Learn what makes you happy. Because at the end of the day the only one there is you. Well, and most night my roommate Scott but he had class at 8am every morning so as I was getting home from a Monday night out dancing in the clubs at 7am, Scott would be getting up to go to design class.

But most importantly, I learned the idea and the concept of friendship.

True genuine friendship.

Like the friendship where you do something and you’re just so antsy to go home and tell your best friends about it. Or you want to bring every one of your friends with you everywhere so that you don’t even need to tell the story to them, but laugh about the story later on with them.

The friendships where you’re so excited all day to get to the club and party with fifty of your new polo shirt wearing, boat shoe stunting state school frat friends because you truly do realize they go crazy like no one else.

The friendship where sometimes you can’t tell stories too fast because English is their third, fourth, or even fifth language. And you know how to help them find the word in English they’re looking for based off hand signals and pronunciation.

And the type of friendships that you’ll hold onto forever. And the times you’ve had, they become unmatched.

For the first time in my entire life. I found all of these friendships. And I found them all in one place, in one contained period of time, and it was incomparable to any other time in my life.

We went all over Europe and slept on all sorts of couches, air bnb floors, or shitty hostel beds. But we did it all with a smile on our face and we made it back to our dinky little apartment in Barcelona in one piece.

And at the end of it, I spent a lot of time doing self reflection like this. I’d walk around the city for hours listening to music just smiling because it truly was, without a single doubt, the best few months of my entire life.

As the time came to an end and the chapter was closing, we all spent our last few weeks differently. Some kids put an importance on seeing new cities and countries, others like myself stayed back in Barcelona and partied until the sun came up six nights a week because as we traveled around, we learned that there truly was no place like Barcelona.

On the last few days, we all made sure we didn’t talk about leaving. It was as if it was never supposed to end.

Because just as we started out the book, we were all characters in the story from different walks of life. Every one of us. But, as the months progressed and the parties continued and the friendships were made, we learned that we were kind of all the same type of people: kids that truly didn’t love their college life, and wanted a breathe of fresh air.

Yeah, it’s nice to have friends at school and be excited to go back from Christmas break like we talked about earlier. But it’s even nicer to have a fresh start. And the bitter sweet part of the fresh start was that we could be literally whoever we wanted.

I tested myself every single day. No one knew who I was. No one even cared who I was. I was just me. People didn’t have any biased opinion toward me or think i was cool or lame or anything from the internet or anywhere else. I was simply just another person, and my impression wasn’t made until I walked up to someone and did the whole

“Hey, what’s your name?” “Where are you from?” “Oh, what school do you go to?” “Oh sick, you like it?” thing

And after hundreds of those, I found out what type of approaches worked and what didn’t. I learned how to make friends, dance with girls, and finesse every free bottle of alcohol a club was offering. Because that’s what abroad is all about.

At the end, when the day did come, my friends and I all sat and talked about our few months together.

The main common similarity was that each and every one of us was about to go back to real life, and all the nights of mayhem would end, and we’d see our families and get back into the swing of things.

None of us had real lives as good as those seemingly movie-like lives we lived there.

Like, I didn’t even have ten friends back at real school. I think I had four or five.

We talked about how we would return to normality, but never forget the time we had together.

And yeah, I fucking cried. You bet right I cried. Because that’s what people do.

We threw one last club party the Monday night before we left. Every one of my five hundred new friends was there, and we danced until 7 in the morning. One by one, each friend left and gave more hugs than I had ever witnessed.

It was like the end of sleepover camp. When you just look at someone and smile because you’ve spent so much new time with them and shared so many stories and made so many memories but you know that no matter what happens in life, you’ll never get to spend time together in the future like you could over the past few months.

But that’s part of the end of every chapter, I guess.

We said our goodbyes, I watched one last sunrise in Barcelona, and went home to pack.

I flew back to Boston with about twenty other kids from abroad. We didn’t say much, because it was kind of sinking in for all of us at that time.

When we got home, my mom was there at the airport waiting for me. As I threw my suitcase in the trunk and got in the car I just remember giving it one of those big smiles and thinking three things

  • Wow, I fucking survived

  • How the fuck did I survive

  • And man, I hope every kid in the world gets this opportunity one day


And that was that.

I returned home for a week around Christmas time and saw my family. Obviously I couldn’t tell too many partying stories like the ones where we went to two day raves and danced for a collective 32 hours straight. Or any of the stories that started with “so I met this kid and he told me about this crazy dru…..”

But you know what I mean. Family shit.

After that was done, I went back to school for the second most anticipated time of the year : After Christmas Break.

Everyone got back to school and it was really cold. Like…. freezing.

Nothing like the sunny and 70 I had grown used to over my Great Escape, like…. the negative ten with wind chill that shoots through Chicago.

I didn’t know who I was friends with.

I had left for 7 months, you know, summer and abroad and all.

And come to think of it, I don’t remember much of this winter. It was dull and cold and I was really just figuring out who I knew and who I didn’t.

I threw a party at this club on my birthday at the end of January and a couple hundred people came, but they were all people I knew, not all people that really liked me.

So I did what abroad taught me to do best, and I reevaluated myself and my place in the city and who I was compatible with and what type of people made me happy and I made new friends.


This part is wild, because without abroad none of this would have worked.

When I was in Barcelona I got a call from a kid I met freshman year that I didn’t really keep up with that much besides on Instagram. He was studying in Sweden and asked if he could come party with me for a weekend. He came and we had one of the best weekends I’ve ever had. Constant energy between the two of us. Like, hype eachother up enough to run through a wall type energy.

Him and I linked up and quickly became best friends and I spent a lot of time around his friends, who quickly became my new friends.

Then, I hit up another kid who was in Barcelona with me that goes to school in the city too and started hanging out with him a lot. Turns out Matthew in Sweden’s friends also were David in Barcelona’s friends. Who knew?

Then, the real turning point. It’s kind of corny to call this the turning point, but it did act as a social catalyst to me, for the first time in my few years here, finding real friends.

My friend from Boston who also went to school with me in Chicago called me and told me he had watched all my endless nights of partying abroad on my stories and everything and he had a proposition.

He had been working for a lot of the clubs in Chicago for a year and I had a funny feeling I knew what the proposition was. And, well, I was spot on.

Basically, him and his “team” which was comprised of just one other guy (who later became a best friend of mine) wanted to bring me on and have me host events at some of the clubs.

“Hosting Events” is basically a less corny way to say “promote”.

Basically, in the lightest sense, people that host events (or promote) get paid to bring people out, and everyone they bring out just gets to party for free every night.

So this is where the major finding of balance comes in between school, friends, and fun.

And if you can’t tell by now, this is totally something I not only wanted to do but wanted to get paid to do.

So we started off with this club that I had never been to, and we saw how it would go.

Basically, they’d give us 100 wrist bands a night and anyone that got a wrist band could drink unlimited for free.

But at this point I only really had like ten friends. This was around the time that I started hanging out with Matthew’s friends and David’s friends, who presumably all liked to go out. Now, all these kids aren’t internet kids with brand and creative companies like most people I had spent my first two years hanging out with. But if there’s anything that the first part of the year taught me it’s that you need a balance of every type of friend in order to keep you grounded and versatile socially.

So we built a new friend group. The only rule was that it capped out at 100 friends.

And as crazy as it sounds, we drafted quickly.

Within a month, around like end of March time, we had 100 friends. We basically found friend groups from every school in the city that liked to party and go out and, well, be college kids, and we brought them out.

Groups merged quickly and everyone became friends faster than I have ever seen.

And I know what you’re thinking….. people make friends with the person that gives them free stuff.

But, in order to just be a part of the friend group, and not the person in charge of the group, we did it under an alias.

My good friend Josh Bru was the one who started all of this by reaching out to me. Everyone says his name at the door and the operation runs smoothly.

So, the entire time, this entire friend group just knew of Josh as the kid who was in charge of everything, and I just ran the operation from the back end.

As crazy as it sounds, it worked perfectly. And the going out life seized to end, and at this rate won’t end until we put a cap and gown on.

Through all of it, I found so many new friends from so many walks of life and it opened my mind to so many new perspectives and viewpoints on how I look at the average college kid.

I used the same mentality I learned abroad: we all share one common interest being “abroad” so why not become friends, except now it was that we all share the same interest and that was:

Go to school all week. Work your ass off. Stay in the library studying all night. Finish the week off and then go out and party until the clubs close at 5am Thursday Friday and Saturday night.

And it couldn’t have worked better. It kind of broke down into sub friend groups - like during the week I’d just see my friends that I lived with or that went to my school or my class friends or my library friends, and every other group would do the same. But, when the weekend came we’d all see each other and spend the nights together, and then by Sunday we’d click right back into the real life routine and do it all over again.

The best part about it was that in order to be friends with us, all you had to do was want to hangout. Like that’s all it really is. Hanging out. Hanging out in houses before we go out, then hanging out at the clubs, and then hanging out until the sun rises after the clubs.

It’s not like the fraternity life where “oh sorry bro, you’re not in the frat you can’t hangout with us”…. no, that shit is so stupid to me.

It was more like “Oh, you want to come hangout? As long as you have fun and don’t complain… you’re in!”

And it’s as easy as that. Maybe one day I’ll make a documentary about the going out group we’ve developed, because it’s really quite interesting that the only criteria we have is the desire to hangout. But that’s what this point of college is all about. The principle of making friends and the ability to party without…. basically any responsibilities besides homework that can be done Sunday night in the library.

So through all of this, I found friends. Some old friends joined in, but mostly new friends. And pretty awesome friends, too. People I genuinely care about and enjoy spending time with. Some friends who I see every single day and some friends I just see when the game begins Thursday night. But every one of those friends knows eachother, and we all really do care about one another.

And for the first time in my two years of college, and two years of living in the city, I’m really genuinely happy. Genuinely happy because I finally have a friend group, and we have dumb inside jokes and group chats and we all really do just love chilling. And that’s what college is for, right?


So that’s the friendship principle of this year.

Another big principle was the school principle but that’s something that I’ve just grown up knowing to put first so it wasn’t anything big or new to me.

I got all A’s in my classes abroad.

Then I got back to school and took 5 pretty intense classes, but really fun ones.

Oh, so my university does quarters instead of semesters. So, every ten weeks we switch classes, meaning that we go from September to winter break with classes, then get back from break and have new classes from winter break ending until spring break, then we have our last classes from the end of spring break to the time we get out for summer

I had a class about storytelling

A class about public speaking

A class about microeconomics

A class about media ethics

And a class about advanced design for websites and apps.

All of which were a lot of fun and really opened my eyes to a bunch of new interests of mine and really allowed me to get better at most things I like doing. Which is good because some kids go to college and just take shitty classes every semester and hate them and then leave knowing nothing.

I learned to really put my head down, study hard, work every night on schoolwork, and never miss a class. And I actually didn’t miss a class all quarter. And for that, I got straight A’s and maintained my golden GPA all while going out and doing a whole lot of bullshit in between.

Then spring quarter came and I took a whole different type of course load. I took

A class on Einstein’s Theories of Physics

A class on technology ethics

A class on organizational behavior

A class on advertising ethics

And a class on creative business development

Why I took physics seeing that my double major is creative advertising and marketing is kind of beyond me. It looked fun and we have to take two rigorous science classes and I thought if I could pass AP Physics in high school then maybe I was set up for college physics. Partially true. Partially false. But the challenge is what makes college fun.

And what I said earlier about the library being the next best place to socialize at school besides a party or club, it’s true. Very true.

Going to the library is one of my favorite things to do at school.

It’s a ginormous, multi floor place to go that’s open all night.

If you’re bored at your house or just want to go mess around with your friends we just go to the library.

We even have full music studios in our library. One day we’ll release our library mix tape that is almost done, but not for a while.

Plus, what better place to be if you’re working on creative business ideas than a place with hundreds of kids also thinking of the next big thing on a Tuesday night?

And, as crazy as it sounds, no one really gets mad when you play Carti’s unreleased WholeLottaRed album on full blast on the first floor. A few of the kids actually like it - and those kids have never once heard of “this P-Playboi Carti guy” as they all call him.

But yeah, so the school year ended great.

These past month or two I’ve really focused on spending time with my immediate friend group which spawned off of the big going out friend group, and we’ve had the best time.

And the balance is there. We all do school very well. We go out partying very well. And we work very well.


We still do stuff too. Don’t think we just do that. This weekend we snuch into Virgil’s MCA Gala Dinner with the biggest people in the industry. I never thought throwing a suit on and sneaking into the Museum of Contemporary Art would work if you just ‘play the role’, but it worked perfectly.

Friday at about 5am we were all at the after party Virgil had at this hotel. It was the end of the party and mostly everyone cleared out besides me and my friends and Virgil and his friends.

We were nearly praised by the big dogs for pulling off the finesse paradigm and executing the objective of sneaking into the most important gala and dinner the city has ever seen, but at this point we were also stripped down to our T shirts and dress pants drunk watching Virgil and Benji B spin at what seemed to be the most wholesome party I’ve ever attended.

We stood around the booth which was just two CDJ mixers on a table up against a wall. We were all in a circle, the eight of us.

It was Virgil, Benji B, my roommate (and best friend) Trey, one of my best friends Peter, me, one of my friends Steve, then Jerry Lorenzo on standing on a chair, and a guy names Avio from Virgil’s design team.

No one was saying a word. We all stood in a circle like a huddle with everyone’s hands around eachother’s shoulders nodding our heads listening to the Yeezus album.

Ten minutes with zero talking. Just everyone screaming the lyrics both internally and externally.

I remember the whole time I was kind of like damn…. I need to either harness this energy and exert it somewhere ginormous or grow to the point where in ten or twenty years I can be standing there giving this energy right back to the next group of teenagers who found their way into my greatest creative night after opening a museum just around the idea of (and I quote) “Figures of Speech”.



So don’t just think all we do is schoolwork, make friends, and party. We do all of that and try to keep up with the internet as much as possible.

Things move really fast, and the thing about the industry and being someone who grew up looking up to all of these guys and watching and learning how they’ve progressed and how it’s taken so many years for them to establish to the point they’re at now, it just tells me that you don’t need to be putting out content every day or making a new shirt to sell online every week or focus on making the next company as big as Uber right this second.

Everything comes in due time, and I know that everything I want to do in life will come to fruition as planned.

Rome wasn’t built in one day, right?

With that in mind, I want to point out the fact that I’ve spent this year (school year) just focusing on living a fun college life.

Not a college life in the sense of joining a frat and spending my days trashing my frat house, because as much of a fun time as that sounds to me (really), I just don’t go to a school like that.

Instead, I go to school in a major city and I take the train five times a day and I have a really cool city apartment with a bunch of really cool creative and fun friends and I literally wake up every morning jump out of bed brush my teeth and start my day, and I don’t come home for like fourteen hours until minutes before I’m ready to go to bed.

So, all in all, I live in the city. Like yeah, I literally physically live in the city, but we all exist in the city.

We do as much as we can from the time we wake up to the time we go to bed. And we repeat said process.

And yeah, it’s a little stressful at times. I won’t lie, Thursday nights when I’m making sure all 100 of my friends get into the club alright and make sure that everyone’s doing good and make sure everything’s set up and no ones getting yelled at or anything - it’s a bit stressful.

And yeah, when you have two twelve page papers due and only a day to do them, life gets a little stressful.

But, sometimes, you just need to learn to figure it the fuck out.

That’s the principle of college.

And the principle of knowing yourself and knowing how to do things yourself

The Internal Principle:

Figuring it the fuck out.

Maybe you need a few coffees or a red bull or a pack of mint juul pods.

Maybe you need to just go on a walk and talk to yourself for a little bit.

Maybe you don’t need anything and you can just bang out every assignment early so that you aren’t the kid with 24 pages of papers to write in a day. Who knows!?

But like I said earlier, only you know. Because that’s how life goes. At the end of the day it really is only you verse the world, right?


But today was some version of special, I guess.

I finished my junior year of college.

And unlike most kids, I don’t have some internship this summer. I’m not working in some boring office for some company doing bitch work for three months that I don’t enjoy to not get paid and just “have something for my résumé”.

I’m going to spend the last summer of my life, before the real world starts, just chilling and traveling around and seeing my friends all over the place and bouncing from city to city.

Oh, and spending time with my family. I haven’t really like…. been home in a year or so.

Family is important, never forget that.

But back to the special thing, I guess me saying today was special helps make it feel a bit more real.

I’m done with year 3. Somehow, someway.

And today I saw a vast amount of smiles.

I saw parents coming and picking their freshman up at the dorms and loading all their stuff into mini vans and Uhaul trucks and hugging their kids like they haven’t seen them in years.

I saw people like me walk out of class and throw their hands in the air knowing that there aren’t going to be any all nighters in the library for a few months

I saw all the “Thanks for a great year” handshakes with professors as kids passed in their final

And a lot of “Can’t wait for next year” hugs as kids took off for summer

Best of all, I saw a lot of smiles from the kids walking around campus in their caps and gowns.

Like holy shit, they did it. And that’s soon enough going to be me. One day. Soon.

But best of all, as I walked out of my last exam; my physics one, I said something along the lines of

““how am I supposed to know how Einstein’s theoretical principle applied to the findings related to the gravitational pull of the planet Mercury”

and then I smiled at myself and said thought “well, it was on the study guide

But like I said….. it’s all about the principle of it.

Just like everything else.

Just like going abroad and starting fresh.

Just like re-learning how to make friends.

Just like moving across the world and existing in a new country.

Just like moving back and having no friends at all.

And just like making friends…. all over again,

It’s all about the principle.


And you know - some kids don’t get that. Not that they don’t understand, but that they didn’t go to college or move out of their parents house or take the leap of faith and move to a city to get a real job or pursue their creative dreams and they’re just hanging out in the same life cycle as before.

And that’s fine. If it makes you happy then please, don’t let anyone stop you.

But here I am, living in this exact moment talking to you in this exact time saying that everything that I’m doing, well, it’s making me happy.

And for the first time in a long time - I’m genuinely happy.

And life is going good.

And that’s important.

Because the first and foremost key principle to life is being happy. And it took me a (very) long time to figure that one out.

So yeah. Great year. Great time. Made some great friends.

This chapter is closed, and the next one is soon to open as I go home and figure out the next golden question:

What The Hell Am I Going To Do All Summer!?


Hope you liked this. Hope you could learn from it. Hope all is well.

And at the end of day, even when you think things are going to absolute shit (which happens more times than you’d imagine) just think of it like the ocean.

No matter what happens, the waves keep crashing on the shore.

Even when all hell breaks loose and your life is spiraling….

The waves still hit the shore,

In the same motion they did before.

And sometimes, you just need to take a step back, start over,

and take a fresh dive back in.

Talk soon,

CHRIS








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