the "real world"
So here it is. Finally. My blog that has been in the making for a few months (thanks in part to an old friend whom I will refer to as Hobey) now but I just now have the time to put pen to paper, or finger to key to be more accurate. That first saying reminds me of all the thank you cards that I really should get to before the people that sent them forget I even graduated. Anyway, this blog was originally titled something else that I can't for the life of me remember at the moment but I decided to change the name to The Wet Bean and Cheese Part II in honor of my brother J.T who passed away a few years back. Miss you big bro. I frequently read his blog because I feel like that's where I can get to know him best in the stead of time together we lost. Now I'm not saying we never talked or anything, but he was five years older and when you're 16 and they're 21 the coolness gap is just too wide. I'm getting off topic but to sum up I think my brother had a knack for writing and was doing a good job with his blog so I figured I could fill his shoes and attempt to capture the minds of people like he did with his comical yet analytical use of language.
Back to the present. Graduation! Ta-da. Here's to you Mom, Dad, J.T, family, friends, countless acquaintances, coaches, teachers, janitors, and everyone else that I associated with and had a hand in shaping the man I'm still growing up to be. I can't thank you all enough. Those thank you cards I mentioned before will count for a small percentage of the actual thanks given.
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College was a wild ride that included getting to study at one of the premier universities in all the land and meet equally amazing people along the way. I met people that were master's of their craft and were expert thinkers to boot. Let's put it this way, my freshman roommate could do chemistry in his sleep, upside down, backwards, or intoxicated. And oh yeah he's an awesome person too. As a member of the Stanford Football Team I was able to experience what grit and hard work can surmount flash and talent in big ways. The life lessons I gained from football have already forever altered my life timeline (no not the facebook one) and I think I'm a better man for it. There are some crucial lessons that I'm not sure everyone gets to learn the hard way which in some instances are the best way. For example I learned that no matter how hard you try some things you can't control so it's best to control what you can control. I learned that my body is forever adjusted to waking up before 7AM and boldly taking 18 unites freshman fall was a calamitous debacle. Yup. More so I learned that good people are important to have around you and that teamwork can accomplish great things. So yeah basically Stanford is amazing, all the other super adjectives in the world still wouldn't do it justice and ditto for the students there, and I'm glad I got to call it home for the last 4 years. Thanks Stanford its been real.
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