You see, there are certain moments that lead me to recall what it was to be a FirstYear, what it meant to feel free.
Today, I decided to drop Van Toilet's class, and with the help of some friends I got down and got funky at the Funk Wall.
It was a needed release for the incredible frustration that has been building for one and a half semesters, that creeping feeling that I wasn't enjoying it here anymore, that I'd totally lost the Spirit; I'd lost hope of ever being a Novo Collegian again in the bleakest sense.
But tonight I got it back. I remembered just how cool it is to be here, to be able to dance like a complete fool and not care, without the stylistic judgements of mainstream culture.
Thank you, Hoochiepoet, Ciannait, and R#2. You helped me get back on my New College feet again.
~Halcyondream~
i got the funk