After a grueling four weeks of summer school, I think the thing I wanted the most was just to relax. Spend the remainder of my unproductive summer playing Xbox and idling about like most young male adults. However, I am nearly reaching the post-grad stage and I want to do something different this summer. Something different with my life.
Maybe I’m suffering from some low-inferiority complex. I think it’s because of the fact that I’m a 22-year-old boy. I don’t have a job, no apartment, no car and that I still have my mom telling me who I can’t hang out with. It’s those little things that make me feel like a loser. But instead of whining and talking about how much I am unimpressed with my life, I can get off my butt and do something about it.
I’m in my third year of college. Well I wouldn’t call it college, It’s a Christian school that tries hard to act like it’s like a college, so it has a really different atmosphere. For everything you can think of when you think of your typical college- the parties, the drinking, co-ed dormitaries and random hook-ups, there was an appropriate substitute for those things at Liberty University.
We had things like curfew, where on-campus students had to be in their dorms around midnight but on the weekends, they get an extra thirty minutes to hang out. Our school didn’t have a city strip near its area that was lined up with trendy bars, restaurants and diners where typical college buddies would go and come back from in a hysterical druken embrace late at night.
What most students did for fun at Liberty was go ice-skating at the Lahaye Ice Center or go to the ski-lodge that had artificial ice-slopes so students could snowboard all year round. On Wednesdays, was campus church but it was more of like a rock concert for the cool preachers’ kids to meet and hang out. Sometimes in the dorms, students played ‘water pong’ because there’s no alcohol allowed on campus.
In a normal college, when you are walking to the academic building on your way to class. By all means, you’d overhear a conversation with a lot of swearing in it like “Man, I can’t believe I got a 76 on that test! What the fuck!…”
In Liberty, most students use euphemisic alternatives for the word fuck in the above sentence like this. “Man, I can’t believe I got a 76 on that test! What the frick!…” or “What the flip man!”
Oh yeah, we also couldn’t watch R-rated movies because they would tempt us in our spiritual walk with God and stuff like that. I’m not saying that our school wasn’t normal or anything, it was just different. For the most part, I liked it. It kept me grounded.
