On Monday, I took my trumpet case out of the closet, dusted it off, and slung it over my shoulder as I started to walk to the open rehearsal for the Princeton Wind Ensemble. Making my way across campus, I took note of all the features that I've become familiar with over the past month and a half. There are the statues of tigers, the unusual memorial in front of the art museum, the fountain, and of course, the student center. Strange, I thought to myself, even though these are my landmarks now, it seems like I have a memory of them from a time before I became a grad student at Princeton. . .
I tried to shrug the thought off as I entered the music building, but as I descended the steps, the feeling of familiarity became even stronger. And as I moved to open the band room door, I paused for a second, my hand resting on the handle, to reflect.
Then it hit me.
By indirect contact, I have now touched the balls of the men of '07. Wow.
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5 comments:
Does that mean you're going to be the sketchy (but less "Why haven't you graduated yet?) Junius of the PWE?
those tiger statues were so cold.
if you know what i mean.
hehe awwww!!
Jenny, Warren and I may not have been conscious during our german test at 9:30 that morning, but at least we had breakfast that day.
My balls sadly (or fortunately) did not touch that doorknob, meaning I did risk getting preggers or crabs from the scrota (scrotti? scrotums? i like scrota) of the members of!
I just drove by the campus on the way to Trenton this morning, and had a lot of fun reminiscing about that night. Route 1 and Kappa's car...not to mention the fun we had in and on their stadium.
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