Every week, senior lacrosse player Sam Mathai exercises his vernacular, targeting anything and anyone on campus.
Hello, I am back. After Stern was allowed to write for this fine institution in what can only be described as a travesty: I have my authoring rights back, but not for long. The end is quickly approaching, and not just for my tenure as the best writer on staff here at The Catalyst.
All of it is hurtling toward the end: school, sports, homework, being able to reset my mind once every month, this cushy job as a writer. I feel like I’m Wile E. Coyote, and I’m just about to run off a cliff while the roadrunner laughs at me.
I am writing this Tuesday, thinking about how starting tomorrow, every game I play in lacrosse could be the end. If we lose tomorrow (Wednesday), it is all over. I can’t really wrap my mind around that yet. I’m sure that once I am crying on a sideline it will all hit me, but right now I can’t shake that feeling in the back of my head that there will always be another game, another season.
Luckily for me and everyone else, I have no more eligibility. There’s no way for me to cling on to the glory days, if you can call a continuous string of somehow making it through games without keeling over ‘the glory days’.
It’s all very odd because none of it feels like the end. I am writing from the exact same hotel I stayed at during our very snowy spring break, listening to my roommate chew as loudly as possible as he intently watches “The Lion King,” (I would also like to mention that there was a real conversation going on about how Nala was kind of attractive, for a lion).
It feels like it might as well be the end of sixth block again. It feels like it might as well be sixth block freshman year. I swear I just moved into Mathias a couple of months ago and now, all of a sudden, I’m coming to terms with the fact that I should never ever go back into that dorm.
College is weird that way. I feel like I was just starting to get the hang of this whole thing—just starting to learn how to balance class and be a degenerate and everything else that goes into life as a college student. Then, all of sudden, we are supposed to go out into the world and be responsible adults. How do I do that?
In any case, it has been an absolute pleasure writing this column. I’m sure it hasn’t always been a pleasure to read (except for you, Nehama, I know you read all of them), but I’m extremely grateful for the opportunity to have written for The Catalyst, to play lacrosse, and to be a student at Colorado College. I will miss all of these things dearly.