Booking it out of class just to jump in your jammed pack car with your friends, to make it for those last few hours of shredding. Blasting music and occasionally screaming the Friday song at the top of our lungs for giggles and in all seriousness. The exhilaration feeling of getting first chair on the weekends, or dropping in on a feature you’ve never hit before. It’s what we live for and why we go through the pain of falling and sometimes the negative degree weather. It builds memories and friendships. It’s Why I Live Here. Its what i live for and what i wish i could do everyday.