When I'm riding in my car, I'm listening to anything from the Stones, to old school jazz, to swing and blues. I say "Yes ma'am" to women of all ages, and hold the door for people. I frequently carry a briefcase to class whenever I'm wearing a blazer. I shave with a brush, soap, and a single bladed razor. If I'm listening to music in my dorm, it's likely coming from vinyl. If it were up to me, I'd be typing this on a typewriter.

Now, you're probably asking, "Why do you do all that stuff?" No, I'm not a hipster. No, I'm not living in the past as some defiance to the present. I just genuinely enjoy kicking it Old School. This doesn't mean that I disdain modern luxuries, I enjoy the internet and cell phones just as much as the next millennial.

I just enjoy the qualities of the "Old School." To me, it represents more than just physical actions, but a whole mentality. A time where men had to do more than swipe right to get a date, where the ideals of chivalry were alive and well, and men respected women. An era where people had the opportunity to think for themselves, an era of information contrasting our current era of over-information. A period where things weren't simply handed out, but a period where work and effort truly paid off.

But is this "Old School" dead? I don't believe so. It is in danger of being lost? I believe it is. Just like the Greek Parthenon, the Old School that we see is just a fragment of its former glory. If we aren't careful in preserving it, it could be lost forever. It is our generation who is responsible for carrying this torch and at least teaching what it means to be Old School.

I encourage you to try to be a little more Old School, you may be surprised by what you discover.