As my senior year of college comes to a close, I couldn't help but think about all the things I've said I wanted to do over the past 3 years. To be honest, it's quite astounding how much I've hoped to have done in this time. While thinking about all that is left for me to do, I couldn't help but divulge into a mid senior year crisis. Now, grades are important, I understand that. But what would college be if all I did was go to class everyday and achieve my diploma?
I'm here, right now, around possibly the most people my age that I will ever have the chance to be around ever again. We are all taking part in a system that we may or may not agree with, and we share common bonds that unite us in our causes. There are so many different cultures developing daily, new trends to try out, and guilty pleasures that get you through your day. We are the universe experiencing itself, every nano second that passes by, we create history. How can I sit idly in a classroom doodling to prevent myself from falling asleep, or mindlessly filling in bubbles on scantrons to assess my learning capabilities?
I decided this year it's time to do what I've always said I wanted to do, I don't want to live with regrets, and if that means I have to work hard to play harder than so be it. The Oregon Ducks football team this year has been hailed as one of the greatest offenses of all time by ESPN. THE GREATEST OF ALL TIME. So when the game against USC crept up, I grabbed some friends, loaded up an '02 Infinity, and trekked to L.A. for 13+ hours in the car...in the middle of the night.
See the plan was to leave Thursday since we didn't have class Friday, then we would arrive in L.A. Friday morning and we would have the whole day to explore before the game Saturday. We arrived safely and legally (no tickets!) and explored USC's campus. We visited Greek Row and interacted with their campus life. But we decided that wasn't enough, so we went to all the stops, Hollywood, UCLA, Downtown, we pretty much did as much as we could before we passed out from exhaustion.
Since family is important I spent the night with my Dad that night, caught some dinner and caught him up on the going ons of my life. It was great, I got to explore unfamiliar territory, meet new people, catch up with family. Needless to say it was a much needed break from the dreary routine I had established in Eugene.
The next day was game day. 4 p.m. sharp marked the kick off time, but we decided watching the two colossal teams collide at the L.A. Coliseum wasn't enough of an experience. We had heard that there was a music festival occurring that night right after the game to celebrate the Hispanic holiday for Day of the Dead. So three of us bought tickets and prepared ourselves for an insane 24 hours.
It started with tailgating, which was way different than what we do back at home. Every square foot of USC's campus was filled with every age alumni, student, and parent, taking part in celebrating the matchup between two of the best teams in the PAC12. It's safe to say there was no shortage of liquor anywhere. Red tents popped up wherever they pleased, in the quad, on top of parking garages, outside the dorms, in parking lots, and everyone was extremely friendly. The game was one of the most high powered offensive games USC has ever seen. Three records were broken that day; most points ever scored against USC, most yards from one player given up against USC (Kenjon Barner), and most yards total given up against USC. The Ducks put on a performance for the ages.
But the day was only half done. At about the end of the third quarter me and three of my close friends hopped in a cab to L.A. Historic Park, smack dab in the middle of downtown. A sea of people appeared shuffling their way through cattle herding gates to get into the main entrance. The festival boasted four stages with an eclectic lineup of electronic artists illuminated by the backdrop of downtown L.A. all around it. You honestly had no idea where to even start. The main stage had a sea of swelling people a good 500 deep. A Discotheque tent glowed with groovy vibes that beckoned out to you. A ferris wheel outside gave you a birds eye view of the night's festivites and led you to a stage contained by an intricate prism of lights over a football field long and wide. The energy was something you could feel. A more intimate fourth stage was distanced from the rest of the stages and gave you an up close view to some of the biggest artists in the industry.
We arrived at about 8 p.m. and didn't stop dancing, jumping, and spinning, until about 2 a.m. We walked around with our arms around each other in amazement of the culture that we were being exposed to. There were no fights, no tussles, or verbal assaults, everyone was watching out for everyone, because for that night to be anything else besides the best night of your life, would have been a shame. The lavish costumes in celebration of the holiday created an atmosphere like no other. It transported you to a place that you knew not of, yet it felt welcoming and inviting as you wandered aimlessly taking in the experience.
The next day we woke up with nothing in our pockets but a game ticket, a festival ticket, and the few dollars that we had left. We had just enough money to make it back home, and we wouldn't have done it any other way. The rush of being young with everybody else in your generation made you feel alive in a way that opened up my senses to experiences that I will never forget. From the suspense of the game, to the celebrating and jumping at the festival, there was nothing left for me to give. With bank accounts exhausted, we returned home with some of the most valuable memories that I will have in college. We lived life with no regrets, took the long way to everything, and revelled in the culture of this nations youth. It's not the 8 a.m. classes that I'm going to remember and recant to my children, it's the rebellious spur of the moment trips I took, the memories I made with close friends, and the participating in the young and reckless days of my youth that will live on as truly educational moments in my college career.