And they turned out to be some of the best friends I've ever made. While childhood friends still seem to be stuck in the rut one gets in by not leaving home, I know in many ways I've grown. Drunk walks home from the bars. Griz football games. Sunday afternoon hikes up Mt. Sentinel.
Bike rides in the Rattlesnake.
Late night shifts at the Kaimin. Sneaking into the Journalism Building on Saturday nights to write papers. Deciding what classes to take for the next semester. Blue book essays. Winter and spring breaks.