I couldn’t wait to get out of the house after I graduated from high school. I felt as though I had been held down and stepped on for far too long. I was tired of being told what to do. I was going to do whatever I wanted to do…consequences be damned.
I attended the University of New Brunswick in Fredericton in September of 1990. It didn’t take long to stand out. I was a member of a small group of frosh that the upper classmen took to. Maybe it was because I had a car with a personalized license plate (ugh…I was so cheesy and vain back then). Maybe it was because I was really cool (no…that can’t be it). But for whatever reason, my first week at university was a memorable one and I thought life was finally handing me a winning hand. No more being picked on…no more being the nerd…no more being the guy that was always fighting for attention.
Needless to say, none of that turned out to be true. I was still a nerd (though more a geek or a dork), I was still picked on (based upon my personality, I kinda asked for it) and I was still the guy always fighting for attention.
My Throwback Thursday pic displays my need for attention. I vaguely remember that it was a Saturday afternoon and I was bored. I went to my dorm floor’s “library” (although I don’t recall ever reading a book while in there) to hang out. I can’t recall the specifics, but one conversation led to another and the next thing I know, I’m building a tower out of books and chairs in an attempt to reach the ceiling.
This was the result:
I actually look proud in that picture; as if this was some great accomplishment. I mean, it’s a memorable photo because WHO DOES THIS?? But yeah…that was me at my first year of university.
I look back at this and really take a look at myself in the picture. I mean…who WAS that guy? What was he all about? What was he thinking about and did he have plans for his future?
The end result has been a happy one, obviously. I’m happier now than I’ve ever been in my life…so I would never want to alter my life history in any way as that would change my present. Still, I can’t help but wonder how my life would have changed if I hadn’t been such a scatter-brained teenager who was ill-equipped to handle the pressure of living at university alone.