The thing I thought I'd never miss

Makin' Music.

When I graduated in December, I swore I would never care about coming back for Makin' Music. I would never miss the tacky costumes, five pounds of make-up, two hours of sleep, or the make-me-wanna-scream-and-cuss weekend they call retreat.

Well, less than 3 months later here I am... missing it.

It happened on Friday... A normal day in my life-- jobless and beach-full and I got on facebook like I do on average 836402 times a day. EVERYBODY and their mother's status was about Makin' Music retreat. Every status and/or tweet said something along the lines of how they will never survive the weekend, how their cast is the greatest, or how they can't wait to bring home a trophy. All of a sudden, out of completely nowhere, I wanted, more than anything, to be back at Freed. The place I was so ready to leave when I walked across the stage with my degree on December 17 now was the place I would give anything to go back to. I literally never thought this would happen to me.

I did Makin' Music for three years at Freed and even though I didn't participate in it my senior year, I still got to go and watch what hundreds of students had been putting all of their time and energy in to for months.

Here's a little trip down memory lane for all two of you that are probably reading this...

Freshman Year- Chi Beta Chi (Rockin' on the Subway)

Sophomore Year- Gamma Tau Omega (Online Love Connection)

Junior Year- Gamma Tau Omega (Something about lunch ladies)

If I had more than 34 pennies to my name right now, I would pack up my little Saturn and make the 24 hour round-trip drive to Freed, and I wouldn't think twice about it. Unfortunately for me, 34 cents in gas might would get me to the end of my driveway. (Let's be honest-- probably not even half-way)

Makin' Music is the most exhausting, frustrating, emotional, intense, incredible time of the school year and I just miss it right now. A lot.

I never thought my very first blog post would be about Makin' Music, but here it is.