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PAUL closes in Western Market
By Ella Mitchell, Staff Writer • April 22, 2024

Just Joshin’

Josh Perlman
Josh Perlman. Hatchet File Photo

A look at the world through my eyes. Well, just part of the world.

Thanksgiving break is a truly momentous time for a college student.

It’s not only a chance to reunite with family. Nor is it simply a long-awaited opportunity to sit in front of the TV and watch marathons of ABC Family original movies.

More than anything, it’s chance to see old friends – preferably at a blissfully random high school reunion party.

Sure, living in D.C. is fun and all, but what’s better than striking up a conversation with some girl you haven’t talked to since declining her sweet sixteen invitation?

Every fresh encounter plays out the same exact way, but who can deny the thrill of strolling into a room of familiar faces?

“Oh my God, hey!” somebody starts off. “How’s school? Where do you go again? Don’t tell me… Georgetown?”

Sometimes I play along with their mistake.

“Hoya Saxa,” I’ll respond. “Good ol’ G-Town.”

One time I followed up with a barking sound. I later learned this isn’t the norm.

The funny thing is that I’ll often find myself reverting back to my old high school ways. I’ll drink out of strange objects like Frisbees because cups are a little too mature. I’ll join in on sing-alongs to classics like “Lose Yourself” by Eminem, even though I never manage to get past the chorus. I’ll even make out with someone in a corner just so I can go home and tell my parents I “got some action.”

Yeah, that happened once.

Then, when the night comes to a close and my friends and I find a ride home from some guy named Chaz, I’ll go straight to the kitchen and eat strange combinations of food like a block of cheddar cheese, half a container of macaroni salad and several slices of raisin bread. In the morning, I’ll assure my mom I didn’t have the munchies and apologize for waking her up with the clinking of my fork.

It’s comforting to know we can return to our high school lifestyle just as easily as we let it go. This gives me hope that if I don’t find a job after college, I’ll be very successful as a post-grad no life.

And let’s be honest – now that GW’s unranked, there’s a pretty good chance that’s where I’m headed.

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