Disney College Program

Last night I tortured Brian with stories and pictures from my days as a WDWCP. Flipping through the pages, I remembered what a great time I had and what a much different person I was. On one of my last evenings working in good ole' Fantasyland I remember telling JT how I would miss the fireworks I watched almost everynight as the park was beginning to close. I do still sometimes miss those fireworks and music (in college admissions you don't hear much of that). I miss the spectromagic parade and my evenings of telling Brad how I aspire to be a firefly one day. I even miss castle duty, waiting until those very last diners finished in the restaurant upstairs. I loved looking down a completely empty main street USA with the faint music of cinderella playing in the background, an experience that very few people have had. Fantasyland was so still during those evenings, no crowds, no sounds, noone. I miss doing ride throughs, walk throughs and closing the attractions. I miss watching the sun go down and the Magic Kingdom light up each evening. I miss the weather. I even miss the afternoon rainshowers. I miss living out my own personal fantasy. I miss the feelings of independence, togetherness, and confidence that I felt during my time in Orlando. Most of all, I miss my friends. I miss the constant laughter, hugs, partying, and hanging out that I experienced when I was there. It sucks that we don't keep in touch as much as I hoped we would when we left the CP. It is tough looking back, when I sit alone at night, waiting until 9:45 pm for Carl to return home from work.