I just spent the better part of an hour reading through my old blog posts. I had to code the “Archive” PHP file, and that led to testing, which led to reading, and then I couldn’t stop.
Man, have things changed in two years. I feel like I’ve figured out who my friends should be and I have my “in crowd” now. I’m still close with my MRD friends, but we’re all making friends with similar interests and talents at this point.
And holy crap, look at my involvement with Madison Motorsports. I went from the freshman-who-went-go-karting to being a leader of the club. In thinking back to my freshman year and my MM activities, I can really parallel everything with the new guys this year. Take a look at Chris – and Chris, if you’re reading this, nothing against you, just makin’ comparisons – he’s a freshman, and joined MM tentatively, like I did two years ago. We both had other clubs pulling at our interests – the marching band for me, lacrosse for him – and eventually had to decide how to best spend our time. I guess we both made the right choice.
But really, the comparison is eerie. Car here, but not a sports car? Yep. Talk of E30s, NAs, twin-turbos, and DSMs over the head? Check. No clue where anything is located off campus? Right on. Figuring out the social life? Yeah.
In a moment of kind-of-weakness, I asked this guy Chris to co-drive my car at an autocross. He was good enough at driving a manual transmission and for whatever reason, I trusted him. So why, then, the trust?
I think it’s because I can see myself in him, a lot. He’s mature for his age and that makes all the difference. Our conversations are great – but then I’ll say something that he won’t get – and I pause for a second, and think to where I was two years ago. Then his confusion or whatnot makes sense, and we move on and keep singing along to whatever is on the radio.
Would I have trusted myself as much as I do Chris? Yeah, maybe, I guess. It’s just cool hanging out, because it’s like hanging out with myself from two years ago. This campus, too… 18,000 students, and everyone I meet knows someone else I know or am friends with. Facebook tells all, and the connections are all there. So bizarre and so awesome.
Gah, growing up is such a mindfuck. I love it.
