It happens every year, and this one is no exception. I get the worst case of nostalgia and student envy. Forty some years ago at this time of year, I would be packed, ready, and rearing to go back to school and the friends I made there. I could hardly wait! My dorm room seemed like the most wonderful place in the world to me, and now I wonder how I ever managed to live in such a small space, much less with a room mate. To this day, I cannot walk on the LC campus without wanting to roust them younguns out of my old room in Hundley Hall and reclaim my turf. I am blessed to have made so many friends, some of which I can still pick up the phone and make the years just melt away to the days of bell bottom jeans, platform shoes, and tons of hair. I think about our awesome soccer teams and how the entire school would show up for games on Saturday afternoons. The boys dorms would blast Bruce Springsteen from speakers turned outwards from their windows, and there were almost always kegs and couches on the track surrounding the soccer field. I have to admit that it jerked me right out of this reverie to find the yearbook from my senior year in the antique books section of my local bookstore, but, still, I wouldnt trade these memories for all the tea in China.
Posted on: Mon, 04 Aug 2014 23:40:18 +0000
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