I freaking loved college.
Not just the staying up all night, smoking untold cigarettes and hanging out with my friends. Even just the learning part (oh yeah, that)....I was sad to leave; there were so many things left to learn about! I never got to take that Underwater Archaeology class…and I only got one degree….I didn’t want to decide what I wanted to do when I grew up and then run with it; I wanted to stay in school until I was qualified to do ANYTHING I might eventually want to do. I never took a writing class, missed that American Environmental History course…maybe if I’d had the right teacher I might have even gotten interested in military history.

wistfulness Now I’m ready to go back.

Whoop.