Peanut Butter and Jelly

Recently I claimed that togas, black lights, and highlighters comprise all that is holy to college students.  While this is true, I must refine that statement, for I failed to mention one vital component of college life; and that is the classic, timeless, priceless, experience of a ROAD TRIP! This is what occurred in my life as a college student from October 16- October 18, 2009. As a fifth year college student, I am no novice to road tripping.  In 2008 my friends and I did tour-de I-5 and drove from Sacramento, California down through San Diego, all the way past the border and straight on to Mexico. It was an epic event, to say the least.  That said, I recently had an experience of close caliber.  My roommate and I were talking one Thursday evening about how fun and spontaneous it would be to head to Los Angeles for the weekend. The next morning, after our classes, we were en route. What began as somewhat of a lark, resulted in an epic adventure. We stopped by Bakersfield to visit a friend, had pizza near a haystack, climbed a haystack, ran out of gas near Magic Mountain, stopped and went on rides at Magic Mountain, got gas, blared music, made music videos, went to Huntington Beach, jumped in the ocean despite frigid temperatures and used a whole ton of money neither of us had.  We went to the city of Whittier, which apparently is hippie central; it resulted in somewhat of culture shock, coming from University of the Pacific.  There were dreadlocks and bon fires and guitar playing.  It was an excellent weekend, and encompassed everything a road trip should.