As most of you know, I am not too pleased by the fact that I am graduating in a month, but this has encouraged me to embrace many things that are easily taken for granted, such as rage week and just hanging out with people as much as I can. Given that, most of the time I spend not raging or interacting with pals consists of daydreaming. My mind has been wandering more this semester than ever before, but I think it's just because I am overwhelmed with how fortunate people like us are. When it comes down to it, the biggest wrench in my works is the occasional bicycle parked in a place I disapprove of.

I had conversations with a few people this weekend after I saw a Southeastern Asian couple collecting cans at the tennis courts during tailgate on Saturday, because for some reason they really struck me a lot harder than the usual underprivileged family collecting our trash. Between class and the media lately, the commonly sought intangible of the American Dream keeps being tossed around, and I cannot help but to dwell on it all the time. When I saw that couple wandering around amidst hundreds of drunk, soon-to-be young professionals, all I could wonder is what brought that couple here? What were they seeking that they thought they could find here, only to end up cleaning up after a higher social class? To see my empties turn into someone's livelihood is an undeniably humbling experience, especially when you have a face to attach to it. Every now and then the can collectors are dancing around and having a seemingly good time, but this couple just looked different - very intent on their work, trying to make the most for themselves and possibly others. Even though we are capable of recognizing these class differences, the fact of the matter is that it really doesn't change us. I would never argue for a classless society because I believe in the importance of differing social classes, but these moments are something I think we ought to enjoy for ourselves more than we might sometimes.

For me, being human, of course I feel sorry for people like that couple; it's easy for us to feel that way since we are sitting comfortably on the top. At the same time, though, it makes me wonder what they must feel toward us. Envy? Disgust? Anger? Who knows? They were just there to pick up enough garbage to eat or maybe pay rent if they can afford a place to live. And there I was last spring collecting cans so I could go to Mexico and Europe to rage with some of my best friends. It makes me so happy to be able to do these things, but it also makes me glad for all of my friends because they can, too.

So, to wrap this all up, tomorrow is Election Day and I can't help but to feel that this American Dream is a reality for some, but for so many others it is only a myth. I can recognize these differences, but it doesn't slow me down in my pursuit of success. I have everything I would ever want or need, but I still want more, because that's what I have to do. I have to find a job so I can make money and do and have the things I want. I am about to graduate from a respectable university, I can vote in the election tomorrow, and I can look forward to the weekends when I can afford to drink with my friends. The point is, I am glad you guys are here with me and that we were all fortunate enough to be born into the families we have. The Asian couple didn't look that fun, anyways. All this country is is working to be a part of the drunken student mob. How silly it is that we transition from drunken student to professionals overnight.

I just like to realize how apparently perfect everything is every now and then.

It's good to be on the top. So, so good.