Reflections

[memnus]

East is changing. I want to say growing, because it's mirroring the growth I'm going through, but that's not fair to those who'd rather it be how it once was.

Frosh year, I would have been very surprised if I'd walked into the lounge slightly after noon to discover a half-full bottle of brandy and several empty glasses sitting out on the table.  Today, though, it doesn't phase me, and not entirely because I was drinking that brandy last night.  It's not that East was a dry dorm, but a year or two ago none of the drinking was public.  If you drank, you drank with a few friends in someone's room, with the door closed.  Now, it's not nearly so covert.

I'm not sure how I feel about this.  Part of me wants the East of yore, of Funball and G63. Those traditions aren't mine, though, and is it my place to want to hold back a natural change? Places, cultures, and groups are not static and unchanging. They're dynamic and fluid organisms, and I'mnot sure where my part in that process is.

If I know myself, my part is to sit back and watch.  It's where I'm most comfortable.

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[camlost.livejournal.com]

East certainly changed a lot while I was there. My senior year, when I was in South, I thought that South was a lot more like the East of my freshman year. At least the half or so of it that was social.