So it's come to be my final semester in college, and all I can say is it's about time. I'm slightly nervous about graduating, but extremely excited and ready for it. Sure college has been fun, but my classes this semester have just made me realize that it's time for me to leave. Now, to be fair, I do have two classes that will be fairly challenging, but nothing that I can't accomplish. The other two on the other hand, are gen. eds., and I feel no worries about them at all. Now I'm sure if I was a freshman, I would have probably freaked out and stressed about them and all the reading that I would have to do. But after writing a thesis and taking upper level classes that pretty much have made me rethink life, I look at them as complete blow-offs. I also am one of the oldest people in the classes themselves which just makes me even more ready for May 12. But enough about school.
I have recently made the discovery that I have way too many T-shirts. I realized this while I was moving over the break from my house here in Searcy to an apartment. So, in trying to consolidate and get rid of excess items, I was going to get rid of some T-shirts. But the problem was, I couldn't get rid of a single one. Sure I took some to my parents' house just so I wouldn't have them here, but I couldn't give any away. The reason is because T-shirts hold memories. I looked at each T-shirt and every one was for some event or activity that I have been involved in or a place I have gone too. It's not like a regular piece of clothing that can look good on you, but has become too small, or out-dated or simply you just don't wear it anymore. T-shirts are souvenirs, they are wearable scrapbooks and memories. Some T-shirts that I have are for events that I don't have any photos or any other memorabilia from such as some of the plays I was involved in back high school. Yet is amazing to me that no matter how many T-shirts I own (yes, some even go back to elementary school), I believe that I will continue to purchase more because of this special connection that I have with what it represents. Now, I have no idea what I will do with all of these T-shirts that I have, but even if I don't wear them anymore, I will hold on to them as long as I can, and each time I look at it I will be taken back to that time and place and the sights and sounds involved. T-shirts are so much more than a casual piece of clothing. Take a look at your own T-shirt collection and see how many memories come flooding back to you.
I have recently made the discovery that I have way too many T-shirts. I realized this while I was moving over the break from my house here in Searcy to an apartment. So, in trying to consolidate and get rid of excess items, I was going to get rid of some T-shirts. But the problem was, I couldn't get rid of a single one. Sure I took some to my parents' house just so I wouldn't have them here, but I couldn't give any away. The reason is because T-shirts hold memories. I looked at each T-shirt and every one was for some event or activity that I have been involved in or a place I have gone too. It's not like a regular piece of clothing that can look good on you, but has become too small, or out-dated or simply you just don't wear it anymore. T-shirts are souvenirs, they are wearable scrapbooks and memories. Some T-shirts that I have are for events that I don't have any photos or any other memorabilia from such as some of the plays I was involved in back high school. Yet is amazing to me that no matter how many T-shirts I own (yes, some even go back to elementary school), I believe that I will continue to purchase more because of this special connection that I have with what it represents. Now, I have no idea what I will do with all of these T-shirts that I have, but even if I don't wear them anymore, I will hold on to them as long as I can, and each time I look at it I will be taken back to that time and place and the sights and sounds involved. T-shirts are so much more than a casual piece of clothing. Take a look at your own T-shirt collection and see how many memories come flooding back to you.
