May 6, 2014
48 hours. Give or take.
No, that’s not how long it’s been since I finished my last final, nor is it the number of hours I’ve slept consecutively. It’s much simpler: that’s the amount of time it’s taken to move into my new apartment in the city.
I consider this to be a small step towards adulthood. It’s just me, my unreliable but lovable Jeep, and the nine-minute drive from 28 Westhampton Way to my one-bedroom apartment in the woods off Broad Street. When I first got to campus in August 2010, I didn’t think I’d want to stay in the city after graduation. Having just gotten a job at the admissions office, though, I cannot wait to spend more time in RVA.
The first thing I needed to do was do my laundry so that the clothes I packed would be sparkly clean. I washed my Richmond Lacrosse hoodie, earned during my one-year stint as a freshman defender for the club team. I loved playing for the squad, especially considering my successful high-school lacrosse career, but once the team began to shift towards becoming Division 1 I knew I’d rather take a step back and become a spectator rather than a full-time player.
Other articles of clothing began to tumble out: a “Just Do It” Nike-style Delta Gamma shirt I received after a 5k on campus, concert T-shirts from Ben Folds, Pretty Lights, and Arctic Monkeys (seen separately, all at The National), an inaugural “opening day” shirt for Robins Stadium from 2010, my first Spider Key Society shirt I received when I became a tour guide…one by one, the memories began to flow.
The next thing I needed to do was pack up the contents of my desk. I found gifts given to me by Bridget, my girlfriend of over two years now. We met at Tyler’s Grill, in Tyler Haynes Commons. I also found birthday cards and presents I’ve received on my 19th, 20th, 21st, and 22nd birthdays, all of which carry their own special weight. There were two letter congratulating me on making Dean’s list in 2012 and 2013, two goodie bags I received from the 1st and 2nd annual TEDxRVA events in downtown Richmond, and two sets of forms I kept copies of: one that served as my Major/Minor declaration, and the other being a sheet from the registrar showing that I have completed the requirements for my areas of study.
I guess good things come in pairs.
I boxed up my flat-screen television, purchased after my (much smaller) TV fell off of my microwave during a spontaneous earthquake in late 2011 that rattled the entire city. It also caused some damage on the Washington Monument, making my television issue seem much, much less important. I also placed my Xbox in a storage container, a device that helped me stay connected with many of my high school friends after we’d parted ways four years ago.
Then came the books. I had taken my yearly accumulations of books home each summer, but this time I’m able to use them to start my own book collection in the new apartment. I have fully annotated versions of Dracula and On the Road from my “Vampires” and “Literature, Tech and Society—The Road” classes, a Time Magazine photo book that contains almost every major event from the year 1968, and an art history book covering gothic American art in the 19th century (for the coffee table, of course).
I threw away all of the posters that had been taped to my dorm room’s cinderblock walls, but a friend of mine gave me a Starry Night painting that she painted last year, and it’s going to rest on my mantle. I also had a very tiny collection of cups and no dishes, so Bridget is loaning me all of her kitchen utensils and plans to help me learn how to cook a few of my favorite dishes. At least I won’t starve.
Finally, I’ll be grabbing my backpack. I bought it during my first year in college, and I’ve had it by my side…I mean, on my back, almost every single day. It’s not the type of thing that would normally count as a memento, but when I head into the office with that backpack this summer I’ll feel like a student again.
Two days may seem like a long time while I’m actually engaged in the move-in process, but it’s a small step towards becoming relatively independent (ignoring the fact that my parents are still helping me out a TON). This is my last Spider Diaries post as an undergraduate student, but I will most likely be staying in touch with y’all in other ways. Remember, though, that you can still come up and say hello to me at any time during the summer, in case you needed any other motivation to come and visit Richmond.
It’s been an honor to speak on behalf of the University of Richmond these past four years. As a student who’s about a week away from receiving his diploma, I feel like I’m now more qualified than ever to answer the age-old question that you’re probably asking yourself: “Should I come to UR?”
Yes. A thousand times yes.
I’m a former lacrosse player from Houston who has a knack for sarcasm, LOLcats, bragging, and exploring Richmond. I can polish off a novel in an hour, yet spend a day staring at the pictures in a National Geographic Magazine. I’m an American Studies Major and a History Minor, and I'm very involved with the admissions office as a tour guide and, as you can see, a blogger. I applied Fall Early Decision to Richmond because it has a strong focus on undergraduate students, countless opprtunities to find one's academic passion, one of the best campuses I’ve had the pleasure of walking around, and some of the nicest people on the planet.
Why UR?I applied Fall Early Decision to Richmond because it has a strong focus on undergraduate students, countless oportunities to find one's academic passion, one of the best campuses I’ve had the pleasure of walking around, and some of the nicest people on the planet.