Posted June 25, 2010on:
I live in my college town. Generally speaking, I’m not sure how common that is or isn’t, five years post-graduation, but it’s not that unusual around here. Aside from a few basketball games a year, I don’t have much to do with my beloved alma mater. (I remember having grand illusions of donating to scholarship funds once upon a time, but for now my monthly student loan payments will have to do.)
Bottom line, I had to go on campus yesterday and it was weird. Weird to be in a place where I spent every waking moment for four years, before trekking off into the real world without a look back. Weird because I was older than the summer school students meandering around. Just weird.
My college experience had its ups and downs, but truly I have no complaints. It gave me a degree I use, a seminary student that eventually became my husband and, oddly enough, a town I came to call home. I just don’t have to spend time on campus to acknowledge all those things.
So heres to college and heres to my real world life, too, because it’s so much better.