I'll Never Let You Go

This weekend was a fun one at SMC, the highlight being the Third Eye Blind concert on Friday night. Now my 90's music knowledge is quite extensive, but leans toward the Hanson/Spice Girls/Backstreet Boys genre. (It sounds ridiculous, but honestly tell me that if Wannabe or MmmBop came on you wouldn't still know the words. If you say you wouldn't you're lying through your teeth.) As far as TEB goes I knew the three standards (Semi-Charmed Life, Jumper, and Never Let You Go), but past that I was slightly lost, jumping around like I actually knew the words to the songs I was singing.

My massive amount of fun can't only be attributed to TEB's show. In fact, I probably wouldn't have even gone on my own. It was my group of friends from my "ex-school" that led me to buy tickets. Six of my friends from my old school made the three hour drive up to go to the concert.

I would like to point out the significance of this event for those of you who are nervous about leaving friends at home or even a school you may be transferring from as I did. I'm still close with the friends that I left. I remember when I went off to college for the first time all of my best friends saw me off the night before. We were terrified of what might happen. Would we stay in touch? Would we still be friends if we didn't? Yet every time we're home we get together and it feels like we never left.

It's the same for my ex-school. One of my few reasons for potentially staying was the group of close friends I had acquired. Though they were upset about it the group did not outweigh my reasons to leave. However, while I may have left my old school it does not mean I completely left everything behind. I regularly keep in touch with each of my friends. I still know the gossip and goings on of the group even though I'm not there to be a part of it. When I went back a few weekends ago it was like I had never left. It was strange to be on the campus that I knew well, but was now slightly foreign, but everyone was happy to see me and nothing had really changed. I now have so many great friends from home, my old school, and, of course, St. Mike's.

Leaving doesn't always mean the people you knew there are gone. This weekend is definite evidence of this. I miss my old friends like crazy, but I love the new friends I've found here. I've never regretted transferring and having the two worlds collide made the weekend great.

Now, do us both a favor and consider the title of this post. I'm quite proud. Title of TEB song + mad cheesiness based on the content of the post = Sam attempting to be clever. Please soak it in and enjoy.

Some of the group from my old school on a hike last spring

Me and two lovely ladies of SMC on Saturday

(Sam, Erin, Me)