I miss basketball. I miss being on the court. I miss being with my team, and right now, I really miss being part of March Madness. During my four years of college, I was fortunate enough to play each year in the NCAA tournament. Bowdoin made it to four consecutive elite eight games; two painful games away from winning a national championship. We didn’t win, but, I consider myself lucky for the experience.

I recently read a New York Times article about people de-activating their Facebook account, and since then I can’t stop thinking about it.

I hate how much time I spend on Facebook-- the amount of time I spend online is absurd. Right now, I don’t know what to write next, so with two clicks, I can go and spend five minutes aimlessly searching people’s profiles.

Four weeks ago I started teaching workshops by myself for the first time. I checked that I had all of my materials twenty-seven times before leaving the office. I have heard Rachel and Simone teach this material so many times that I have their jokes memorized. I felt ready, confidant, excited.

Bowdoin College vs. University of Southern Maine, at Southern Maine. NCAA Elite eight game, winner goes to the Final Four. Close game. Huge crowd. Bowdoin fans covered in black and white face paint wearing old Bowdoin jerseys from the early 90’s. It was the spring of my Jr year. We had lost two games that season. This was our year to go to the final four.

It started on the giant’s ladder. It started at the ropes course on the peer leadership retreat senior year of high school. Rosa and I literally pulled each other up every rung and we were the only group to make it to the very top. It actually didn’t really start there, but both of us will tell the story of the ladder as the day we became friends. It really started one day in October, a month after the retreat.