Connie Bear

So it's Connie's birthday and all day I've been thinking about how much I miss her. I guess that's the thing about really good things/people - you don't realize how good it is until it's gone.

If I had to pick one single most influential person on my college years, I think it'd probably be Connie. She lived down the hall from me freshman year - ah the days of Babcock - and from day 1 I thought she was a pretty cool girl.... and slowly, over the four years, I realized she was actually totally crazy, but I love her anyway. From folding socks while listening to RENT during tornados to "knee exercises" to the men of the HoHo and the zaniness of Apt 304, Connie became one of my favorite people.... and still remains that way to this day. Where would I be without my "mommy-connie"? The one who'd tell me how to do my laundry, who'd make sure I ate right, who'd have warm cookies/brownies ready when we came home from school, who'd provide a warm hug when it was most needed and sound solid advice whether I wanted it or not. Probably lost and confused living in a cardboard box on Green Street. Or dead. Probably both.

So thank you, Connie. I love you. Happy Birthday!