Hey fellow pOtterbeiners! Another ridiculously lovely day in central Ohio. Enjoy a beer on your porch, smoke a bowl in the park! It's a perfect day for it.
Today on my drive back from class, I was thinking about what the "counterculture" actually is. Everyone is well aware of the weekend parties, the fraternity guys who drink, the sorority girls who smoke. You generally know who everyone is, definitely one of the downfalls for going to such a small school for some. Even those in OCF can be well aware of who is who, should they get their head out of the Bible or their homework.
To me, the counterculture consists of those who party and flourish. I'll begin to help you understand by giving you some examples.
The first person I'd like to discuss is a dear friend of mine, one of my best friends. Since my freshman year, he and I have gone through alot of shit together. By the end of my freshman year, we were spending hundreds of dollars on cocaine. Doing lines in the dorms of 25, shoving cocaine up our noses in the bathroom of parties around campus, laughing because we were so tweaked walking to the Bope to buy cigarettes that we realized we were practically sprinting then tell ourselves to slow down only for three feet later to be fucking sprinting again. We were having the time of our lives. He gave me a home during spring break that year, was my rock during pledging (no pun intended). He sat next to me this past summer and gave me his credit card to fill up my tank after we managed to break down in front of three Columbus police officers, and was texting me while I sat in the front seat of one of those officer's cars with a gram of blow in my purse on my lap, trying my hardest not to talk too fast or laugh to loud while we drove to get gas.
He truly is my best friend. Now he is on the verge of going to grad school, leaving the cesspool to do much better things. When that time comes, I have no idea what I'll do without him. The reason I have shared all of this with you, is that he truly is successful. We could have spent all those hours of our short lived cocaine addiction in the library, studying, but instead we took time to be college kids. I have no regrets, neither does he. And while we may come across as losers to some of you readers, I can simply laugh.
The counterculture of Otterbein is the student, tweaked out on speed or blow who finishes all of their essays in one night. It is the alcoholic who can still manage to stumble to their 8 am and take notes, even if a short trip to the bathroom to vomit is in order. It is the stoner who can participate in a lively discussion with a professor both inside and outside the classroom.
The counterculture is a balance of both mess and brilliance. Both obtaining good grades and good weed. My friend will go on to do brilliant things with his life, to write books about his experience in college, and to know we did exactly what we wanted, while still being an active student in class.
The counterculture is a big fuck you to Kathy Krendl, the OPD, and the rest of society who thinks we will do nothing with our lives but smoke weed on a couch, or drink ourselves into oblivion. Yes, we may do just that, but at least we are living, breathing, and making the best out of these short college years. Spend all of your evenings with your head shoved into a book, but me? My friends? I'd much rather enjoy a bowl before heading to the library, or grab a few beers at happy hour before hitting the books.
That's it for today, readers. Now please, stop reading this fucking blog and get outside!
xoxo TO
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