This past weekend U-Haul trucks and trailers lined every street. Each apartment complex had a “Welcome Home” sign to assure parents that they’re paying for good, safe places for their college student children. Target, Bed Bath & Beyond, and Wal-mart all became crowded with young shoppers buying all the items they threw out at the end of last year but told their parents were lost or broken.
The week before the interns I manage all finished up their projects and packed up their stuff and said farewell. They seemed sorry to go but all were so excited to get back to school- to friends, to fun, to future.
I think it is living in North Carolina again that makes me abnormally nostalgic towards this. Possibly also that I have been fortunate enough to see several of my college roommates this summer (I’ve had quite a few).
This was the oldest college photo I could find. Sophomore year with my roommate at a party being wallflowers.
Starting college had been so terrifying and so exciting. Opinions mattered. Structure didn’t. I took interesting classes and was apart of interesting discussions. It wasn’t teachers fighting to be heard and students fighting to stay awake (well, not all the time). There were free lectures to attend, parties to go to, people to meet.
Oh, the good ol’ days…Now if I only had an excuse to buy a pencil case and stickers for my Five Star notebook.
Seeking Misadventure 