Spring Break
To my dearest UTM:
I'm sorry. It's not you, it's me
Emily Yocum
Issue date: 4/22/08 Section: Viewpoints
It's time I keep moving on
Four years ago, I did not even know that you existed. However, fate brought us together and I decided to move cross country from my beloved Pennsylvania for you. The trip was a long one, and I did not know anyone when I got to Martin. I put all of my trust in you, and now I am afraid that things have started to change.
I used to love waking up with you at the crack of noon everyday when I was a freshman. We would go to class for a few hours and then party all night long. During that first year of our relationship, things never got too serious. As time has gone on, however, you have made me become a different type of person. I do not like going to 8 a.m. classes everyday, working two jobs, and staying up all night to finish class projects just to keep you happy. I am even paying out of state tuition just to stay here with you. Not to mention the fact that I have gained at least twenty pounds from all the stress that you have brought on. I feel that it is time for me to graduate to bigger and better things, like a real relationship, with a real job.
Don't get me wrong, it's been a fun ride. Remember when you let me skip class three times a semester, just so that we could stay at home in bed? Or at freshman orientation when you introduced me to all of your friends? Those were the good times.
Don't get me wrong, even though this relationship has had its ups and downs, I have loved every minute of it. I don't want to hurt you, but I also want to be honest. I have met someone else. His name is The Real World, and I feel like he is a better fit for me.
So, farewell UTM. You were the biggest risk that I have ever taken in life, and the only thing that I regret so far is the outrageous student loan that I will have to pay back. Thanks a lot.
Love,
Emily
Four years ago, I did not even know that you existed. However, fate brought us together and I decided to move cross country from my beloved Pennsylvania for you. The trip was a long one, and I did not know anyone when I got to Martin. I put all of my trust in you, and now I am afraid that things have started to change.
I used to love waking up with you at the crack of noon everyday when I was a freshman. We would go to class for a few hours and then party all night long. During that first year of our relationship, things never got too serious. As time has gone on, however, you have made me become a different type of person. I do not like going to 8 a.m. classes everyday, working two jobs, and staying up all night to finish class projects just to keep you happy. I am even paying out of state tuition just to stay here with you. Not to mention the fact that I have gained at least twenty pounds from all the stress that you have brought on. I feel that it is time for me to graduate to bigger and better things, like a real relationship, with a real job.
Don't get me wrong, it's been a fun ride. Remember when you let me skip class three times a semester, just so that we could stay at home in bed? Or at freshman orientation when you introduced me to all of your friends? Those were the good times.
Don't get me wrong, even though this relationship has had its ups and downs, I have loved every minute of it. I don't want to hurt you, but I also want to be honest. I have met someone else. His name is The Real World, and I feel like he is a better fit for me.
So, farewell UTM. You were the biggest risk that I have ever taken in life, and the only thing that I regret so far is the outrageous student loan that I will have to pay back. Thanks a lot.
Love,
Emily
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Lonesome
posted 4/22/08 @ 2:11 AM CST
Thats weak, I have missed 10 sessions in one class, and still have a B. Drink Natty, go to class occasionally, and frequent Caddy's every other day.
JK
posted 4/22/08 @ 4:05 AM CST
Yes, God forbid that someone really be in college for an education!!
I would bet Emily will do far better in her relationship with The Real World than Lonesome. (Continued…)
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