My beloved friends and acquaintances of this wonderful campus: I’m sorry, I don’t know your names.
If you’re wondering, I’m not addressing random people I met that one time at a loud party my freshman year I keep seeing around campus. I’m referring to people with whom I have definitely had meaningful conversations and shared significant memories, whose names I — no excuses — should fondly remember.
I understand this may happen freshman year, where everyone is always new, but unfortunately, I’m a senior. Sure, it’s easy to ridicule freshmen for innocent questions like “What’s a Logan Hall?” or “Were you the one who took my virginity during NSO?”, but nothing beats not remembering a friend’s name after knowing them for the past three years of your life, and then having to rely on Facebook to refresh your Alzheimer’s-like memory.
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