For some time it was about natty lights, kegs, solo cups, makeshift beer pong tables, mostly from plywood over at Home Depot, and we'd take midnight runs to Sheets for peach tea, chats with H-burg cops, and roomie trips to Walmart for toilet paper runs, brownie mix and you used to steal kool-aid packets for jungle juice, cause it was silly to pay for those little things you said.

Some nights we'd walk over to Hunter's Ridge or the Commons for random parties. Other nights we'd chill over the hookah and random shit. I didn't know as much then.


Can't really listen to Matisyahu without thinking of all this.

I never would've thought that one of my last memories of James Madison University, the institution that I fell so hard for as an undergraduate student, would fuck me over so bad today.

"Confusion" and "Not an ideal situation" severely undermines our situation. Not only that, but it ultimately devalues our own worth, our own ability to understand the mistakes that the JMU Office of Financial Aid has made. Mistakes, which we will incur the repercussions of. Mistakes that the Office of Financial Aid will never feel any repercussions for. Nor have they bothered to issue us any sort of apology.

What kind of world are we living in, when the single institution, an educational institution that we should be able to trust, doesn't really seem to give a fuck about us? What then? What then.

I'm severely disappointed today. In this university that once meant so much to me, that I once would have defended it under the pure fact that it brought me here today.

I graduated from JMU 2 years ago and now this random ass photograph has decided to pop up on the home page. I don't like the picture, but hey it's kind of cool. Anyway, thanks JMU, you've given me a lot to be thankful for, even until now. From Newman Lake to sledding down ISAT hill to peruvian chicken to Thursday's at Highlawn to figuring myself out to studying abroad in London and to this life in Firenze.