Experiences Mean The Most

Driving to work, blasting Stephen Kellogg with the windows down on a gorgeous day, I couldn’t help but get all nostalgic and stuff.  As I belted out “Start the Day Early”, I was simultaneously reminiscing about my freshman year at Virginia Tech.

“Hey, would you like a free ticket to the Stephen Kellogg concert tonight?”

The words were enthusiastic and encouraging as a girl in a VTU t-shirt held up a single ticket to the concert I had been eyeing all week. The entire week I was tempted to buy a ticket, but I couldn’t quite rationalize going to a concert the night before a final. I mean, c’mon I had to study. Right? ::crickets::

You have a final tomorrow, Kim. Stop even thinking it’s an idea that could actually be logical. Seriously. Stop it.”

My head kept telling me it wasn’t a good idea. Book bag, yoga pants and my VT t-shirt screamed 'I’m heading to the library to study. All night. Forever and ever, the end.' I just couldn’t resist.  Don’t do it, stop. The voices kept repeating, but I grabbed the ticket and never looked back at the library.

It might sound completely irresponsible that I didn’t end up pulling an all-nighter at the library, but instead I said, ‘what the hell, I love Stephen Kellogg. When am I going to get an opportunity to see him again?’

I grabbed a seat in the back of the auditorium, threw my book bag on the ground and enjoyed the concert solo. And you know what? I don’t even remember what final I had the next day. That’s the thing; I’ll never remember the final, the paper, the quiz, the assignment, the project, but what I do have is the memories from that concert. To be honest, it was liberating to take the irresponsible route for once in my life. I’ll never forget that concert and I think that’s a hell of a lot more important than that class I can’t seem to even remember.