George Fox, a.k.a. Home

As a freshman in college I lived solely off of adrenaline. Adrenaline from finishing a 10 page Spanish essay just in the nick of time or adrenaline from leaving for a road trip at 11:00 p.m. and getting home with barely enough time to take a shower and head to class. However, as a junior I am noticing that those crazy, adrenaline seeking events are fewer and a little farther between. Life in an apartment is far different than dorm life. But, it makes those exciting times so much sweeter.

Coming in freshman year, I didn’t know anyone. I had to stay busy and social just to make friends. Being at George Fox felt a little like summer camp – everything was new and thrilling. However, just like anywhere else, once you get comfortable life can get a little routine and, dare I say it, boring. That is the case no matter where you go or who you are with. I am not saying that crazy, spontaneous things no longer occur, they totally do. But you begin to really enjoy them so much more.

A memory that will top all adrenaline seeking ones came last weekend when the six people who I have spent the last three years with were able to go to the coast, make a fire on the beach, and enjoy talking, laughing, a little horseplay and a game of Pictionary in the sand. We got home at a reasonable hour and made sure that our homework was done at a reasonable hour as well. There was not a ton of adrenaline running through my veins when I got home, but the special thing about this trip was that it was a relaxing and fun time spent with people who have made it through good and hard times together. After two and a half years at George Fox, it has become my home. I’ve noticed myself feeling like I am not surrounded by friends – I am surrounded by a second family. There is no crazy, adrenaline seeking road trip that can beat that!