wow

As of today, Andrew and I have been together for 7 years. 7 years! Wow. The story of us getting together is so funny looking back. I'll never forget the conversations Jenn and I used to have around this time sophomore year:

Jenn: We have to be good tonight
Me: Absolutely. I'm going to be good
Jenn: Me too

a few hours later..

Jenn: Were you good last night?
Me: um..... no.
Jenn: Me neither

aahhh... young love. Though to clarify, to us "being good" meant not staying out until 4 am wandering around campus with our gentlemen callers. Get your mind out of the gutter, we were kids! Though we since have both married the men we were trying so hard to be "good" with when we were 19 year olds living in Saint Mary's. With a homage to Eminem on our closets and a handle of vodka hidden inside the closet (hey, I didn't say we were angels, I just said we weren't ladies of the night!).

Sophomore year was probably the worst one for my mental health. All of my friends lived on the same floor of our dorm. We had thought that would be so fun. We were so wrong. But we lived through it and amazingly are all friends again. It took a little while, but we learned a lesson. Don't live with all your friends. Sophomore year will probably always remain vivid in my memory because it was so great and so terrible at the same time. It has so many memories.

Like Katie and I sitting across from each other in the study lounge not wanting to say a word to each other, but I had such a story for her! IAN AND CHRISTINE BROKE UP!!!! Finally I couldn't keep it contained any longer and it burst out of me. We immediately forgot whatever unimportant thing we were bickering about and plotted an intricate plan to steal him. (thankfully we were successful). Looking back at it now, I just have to laugh. It's just one of many memories from that year.

Like when Andrew and I stayed up all night the night before reading day at the end of first semester just talking. And when the sun rose we decided to go eat at Davison and head to Keene. Yeah, that was the first time I met Andrew's parents and we ended up falling asleep together on the couch in their playroom. We were up for like 35 hours by the time we finally fell asleep! His parents must have thought I was a hussy. :)

And all the hours Andrew and I spent hours in the lobby of Saint Mary's. We talked about everything under the sun while chilling in the lobby of my dorm, because it was past parietals.

The further away from that year I get, the happier my memories become. Sure, putting a close knit group of girl friends on the same hallway was a terrible idea - but without all the stress, fighting, bickering and bitching, we would never have had the laughter, late nights, bonding and memories. Sophomore year is special - and October 26 of sophomore year is the day I finally agreed to have a 'casual friendship' with the man who became my husband. =)