I’m gonna start by saying this has nothing to do with the basic shit you hear people tell you all the time about doing your laundry, eating healthy, and calling home every once in a while. Its actually kind of a strange story. Between freshman and sophomore year of college I lived in Los Angeles. I worked for an Advertising production agency in Culver City and well, actually lived in Westwood across the street from UCLA. I was thrown into the open that summer, I knew no one and knew really nothing about living on my own. Just leaving the dorms you aren’t exactly prepared for everything. Anyways I met a few people who ended up becoming some of my best friends during a study abroad trip to Italy who live in LA and helped me out some. However, I still had to find a house and so on. That part’s boring, more the take away is that the four houses I’ve had during college are all modelled after this house in LA (roommate rules, parties, etc).
The main focus of this post actually starts with some errands I had to run one day. Every now and then we would have a client come through LAX and it was my job to go pick them up. Since I had a car and knew how to drive in heavy traffic it was fine with me actually. I knew this commercial shoot was with William Shatner and I was gonna have to wake up at 4am to pick up people and drive them to Study City. Here’s the spot with me in it, just walking around in the background. The key part comes in as I’ve driving one of the clients from Studio City back to LAX. Being stuck in my car for about two hours obviously we started talking about random shit. I actually don’t remember much about what was said actually, but he did start talking about how he made it through under-grad and grad school. He started talking about how many parties and crazy things would happen once you had a house off campus. Since I had just left the dorms, it was actually quite interesting.
What I got out of the talk was that our last shot at not being responsible for anyone but ourselves was in college, however that comes with a price. If you’re far away from your parents like I am, they can’t exactly be there on call. We can party, get drunk, play video games, and sleep all day if we want. But shit has to get done. Tests, presentations, essays, and the occasional class just to let people know you’re alive. There is always a party and the opportunity to hang out, but there is only that one test. Meaning every night holds the opportunity for fun, but you can only take that first Anthropology test once (unless you fail the class). It may seem obvious to do your work first, but people think they can always put it off until later. And fuck it, sometimes I just don’t care.
However, being a senior this year, the advice I got sitting on the 10 and the 405 for two hours finally came to light. I spent an entire week preparing for my Marketing final. I needed to pass, I just couldn’t retake it. I stayed in every night and juggled that class with the work from my other courses – as well as not ignoring my friends. After that final was over, I got started on the others which were back-to-back. I got it done, but never before had everything been crammed together like that. Sure, I could have celebrated with my friends every night but I had to be up early to work every morning. Happy break and I’m not proof reading this.