V - is for vagrant

A couple days ago I had a chat with the upper year class president about something we're both experiencing. It's a feeling that I like to describe as class president vagrantism. What in the world does that mean? Well my friend, it means that being class president often means that you get along with everyone, you don't really have enemies, and you spread out your time & love for the class. This seems wonderful at first because you get to know everyone, and everyone knows you. However, there's a price to pay for this - vagrantism. I really don't belong to anyone; I'm a vagrant, a floater, a wanderer. I'm not part of the keeners, I'm not part of the brown town/brown crew, the jocks, the not so socials, etc. I suppose that it can be argued that I partially belong to all of them? One of the vagrant phenomena is that any invitation to a social crews' events feels welcoming, yet like you don't fully belong. The crew is happy to see you, but at the same time you know that you don't know them as well as you would like.

I do have some very close friends, however, it's definitely not as many as I would have with a dedicated social crew. At times I miss the opportunity of being able to have memories with a consistent social circle. At other times, I realize that I am pretty lucky in that I get to know everyone in my class as well as the upper & lower year classes! There are even some people in my class who don't even know everyone's name in our class because they only stay with their crew! I suppose it's one of those "the grass is greener on the other side" type of thought. But you know, I don't even like grass - when I own a house one day, I'll make sure it has as minimal amount of grass as possible. But that's a rant for another day.