Try Me (Extracurricular Activities #2)

by Neve Wilder

I was getting off track. Not in a small way, like I was trying to study and somehow ended up on YouTube watching someone eat fifty hotdogs in under a minute. But like something essential had tilted inside me, and I was beginning to slide ever faster toward the unknown. I’d known since middle school exactly where I was heading. That I’d go to the U. That I’d rush Sigma Psi. That I’d be accepted to Sigma Psi. I’d declare myself a Finance major in my second year. I’d minor in American History. I would have girlfriends. Most of them wouldn’t last. I’d go to a lot of parties. I’d get hammered, get laid, have hangovers. I’d have all the fucking fun I could cram into four years. Then I’d graduate and start my career. I’d get married at some point. Who I ended up with would be mostly about timing. All of this was temporary. I needed to enjoy it for what it was. I didn’t need to get bogged down by the inconsequential. My life was laid out in front of me like points on a map, and the directions couldn’t have been clearer. But I was sliding. And it was fucking exhilarating.