College: As in, "Welcome to…", "All the best times in my life were in…" and "The ‘that time" I refer to when I say, ‘Hey, remember that time…’".
Less a grouping of buildings named for old white people and more a state of mind, College represents the period in one’s life when it’s socially acceptable to vomit in public, wear hoodies too often, and show a general disregard for Dean-based authority.
It is during this time you learn lessons of life, love, and recreational drug use that lasts a lifetime. You meet friends you’ll never forget. You physically encounter ones you will later wish to.
You throw things off balconies and light said things on fire, and that’s just at Orientation. You read The Illiad. You eat 20 of something on a dare. You listen to Radiohead. A lot of bases are covered in a lot of sports and sex and games you make up.
Once it’s gone, it can never be fully recaptured. Revisited, sure, but you can only really get Fight Club on a metaphysical level for the first time, that first time, and your original hair color grows back.
You stop calling your buddy “Rat Shit” and learn his name is Thayne; you wear a belt; you throw away your poster of Einstein sticking his tongue out. You never see another bean bag chair. You shave.
Then you get a real job.
Because those student loans aren’t going to pay themselves, kid.
In a Sentence: “I would literally trade the life of any of my friends to be transported back to my days in College, I’ll pick one if I have to, just make it happen, weird Genie I may only be seeing in a drunken haze as I try to recapture that feeling.”