Finally, I can say that I’ve started blogging. Here I am working on my fourth post, listening to country music, and still thinking what to write about. Hm… Country music. County fairs. Freshman year. Farms. Animals. Friends. College. Wait! I have something.
College has such an uncanny resemblance to a county fair! Firstly, we are shipped off to a strange, new, alien place (in many cases in the countryside). Then, everything is hands-on, and you are in charge of taking care of yourself. The territory for you is uncharted and unmarked, and you frequently get lost in the vast expanse. There are seasoned workers who look down at you as if you are fresh prey. Then, you start coming upon recreations, and take a swing here, and shake a leg there to the mild sound of guitar. You lend a voice here to the beautiful chorus that some people are singing, and lend an ear there to the chatter of old, experienced men. Soon enough, you try to chat up pretty lassies, and your mates hover in with smirks on their face. And these mates? Well, you spend all your time around with them – learning trades and inspecting whatever is on showcase in that fair. (Even trying some nifty brews with them time and again, and going all crazy!) It’s not late before you fall in love with this strange, new, alien place. You love the smell of fresh air. You love running around, and competing in rodeos, showing off some skill. And, erm, food? Pure farm quality. Roughly prepared, and makes you hunt wildly for the few places where you can find a delicious stew.
This county fair is amazing, and is going to comprise of some of our lives’ best years. Replete with fun, freedom, flamboyance. And, the first of these few years has already passed – that too so rapidly! So, we shouldn’t hold our horses, waiting for things to happen – because the fair will be over before we know it. So, cheers to all my mates from the fair and beyond. Yeehaw! Let’s ride!