The Freshman Experiment

Kait here. I’ve been thinking a lot about college in the past few days. Bloggers, be glad you’re writing down as much of your day-to-day as you are. It fades. And it fades differently than childhood, which is so ingrained and formative. Some moments burn into your brain but others disappear with the passing years. I remember all the big moments - the ceremonious ones - but I can’t pull up little details. I can see a roommate cleaning dishes but I can’t hear her tell the story I know was so funny. I can’t remember what made her impression of our economics professor so pricelessly dead-on. I can see her eyes, and I know she’s laughing. I can hear her voice and I know something hilarious happened. But what? I wish I could remember just one thing.

I did keep a journal in college and I’m going to go back through and look at it. But I’m afraid I wrote down the wrong things - the important events instead of the little beautiful and ugly things that happened every day. You never know when you’re going to miss those. I wish I could write it all down, you know? Just in case.