Senior Year Shenanigans

SENIOR. YEAR. OF. COLLEGE.

Wait, let me repeat that. SENIOR YEAR.
How/when did this happen?
Do I really only have one year left here?
I feel a bit strange. I have no idea where I'll be this time next year, and that is a terrifying feeling. There are several possibilites, of course, if I could bring myself to start the long, not-so-enjoyable process of applying. For now, though, I am content to squeeze out as many carefree days as possible before I start banging my head against the wall in frustration.

Before I let myself slip into some borderline-emo post about the changes of life (because trust me, it would be waaaay too long and you'd hate it), I'll instead tell you about the strange little adventures my roommate and I have taken part it in so far this semester.

Adventure One: Operation Chili Decimation
We noticed our fridge beginning to smell. The smell began to cling to other things in there, such as my yogurt...and chili smelling yogurt just doesn't cut it. Operation "Get Rid of Old Chili Somehow" needed to be done. However, some poor girls were making cookies in the only kitchen on the floor. Not wanting to pollute their pleasant afternoon with my sickening chili clumps, we had to find an alternative means of dumping the mess. (There is no garbage disposal, by the way.)
Idea 1: Feed it to some of the twenty-something cats that seem to lurk all over campus. Problem: We would be cat killers.
Idea 2: Dump it straight out of the containers into the garbage can in the hall. Problem: Overflowing garbage can. Chili would fall on floor and remain rotting there until Monday, clean day.
Idea 3: Put the containers in some random part of the hallway with a sign on the wall above saying "Free Food." (Just kidding--plus my tupperware would be gone)
I found an empty garbage bag randomly in the closet. Ding ding ding, we have a winner! Rachel and I constructed nose masks with tissues and hair clips. Masks in place, we dumped the chili into the garbage bag. Attempt one: Rachel dropped the bag. I screamed. Beans rolled around on the bathroom floor. Second attempt: I used a fork to scrape it out. Success.
Then we snuck into the hall wearing our masks. We tried to stuff the bag in the can. Attempt 1: Some nasty to-go box full of unidentifiable green gunk fell to the floor. We gave up.
So we were left standing in the hallway, ridiculous clip-tissue masks making our noses run, holding a giant, leaky bag of red chili.
What did we do?
Well, what anyone would. We ran outside, down the cockroach infested stairs, and to the first floor. The hall was empty and dim. The only sound was that of some girl's heels clicking time on the linoleum. We placed the bag on top of their pile of garbage in their can. It looked like a crown--a chunky, smelly crown. Then we ran and laughed all the way back to our room. I sort of felt guilty. Almost.

Adventure 2: Operation Walk to Kroger
Sunday afternoon rolled around, and we were a bit bored and hungry. We knew we shouldn't spend money on food...but our stomachs wouldn't allow us to feed it canned dorm food or nasty cafeteria creations. I had the brilliant idea to walk to Kroger to buy Sushi, that way we'd be getting exercise (which we need) and food at the same time. We set off, only to realize that it was dark and cloudy and could rain any moment. We, being the intelligent people we are, didn't think to bring an umbrella. We now knew we had an epic journey ahead: conquering the rain to receive glory and sustenance. We traversed the dangerous intersection successfully. (Even though I did have to push the walk button twice.) We hurried down the sidewalk, almost to Kroger. Only one obstacle stood in our way: a rather steep little hill. We stood for a moment to contemplate. Dare we try?
We knew the time for heroics was now. We climbed the steep incline. My shoe came off, almost tripping me. I stumbled around to get it back on. I'm sure witnesses laughted. But we made it.
Then we spent twenty dollars each on tons of sushi as a reward. We made it all the way back to the dorm without a)rain b)cockroaches attacking us (don't laugh, it has happened to us before) and c)our sushi getting warm.
We completed the journey. We felt complete and invincible. (That is, we felt that way for about five minutes. Then we ate too much sushi and felt rather large and ill.)

Though we have had many adventures, I will only share those two for now.
I've realized that I will miss little random things like that the most when undergrad is over. Who knew that rotten chili and a sushi craving would lead to unforgettable adventures?
Senior year has definitely began with a bang. I've met new people, played VOLLEYBALL (yes, seriously), consumed massive amounts of IHOP, and laughed so hard I've cried several times already.
I'd say that's a great start.