Wednesday, September 3

Long ago and oh, so far away

Band aid I got my college class newsletter the other day, and it pointed out that around this time 20 years ago, we were spending our first days on campus at Wellesley. I was suitably horrified, of course, but I was also kind of intrigued. Had I written down what my first days at college were like? Did I have any horrifying photos of that time?

Well, I did write things down, but not as much as you'd think. And, when I went looking for that old journal, when my curiosity got the better of me, I discovered that it was exactly 20 years ago today that I had my first day of classes. What I wrote down then doesn't really bear repeating (I noted my class schedule, some of the people I had met, the usual), but what struck me was that it was a bit more melancholy than I remember being. I know we all tend to see the past through rose-colored glasses, blah blah blah, but I really remember having a good time at Wellesley. Sure, there were bad times (all-nighters writing papers, friendships lost, the usual), but I mostly remember being happier than I had been before.

First yearsApparently, however, that's not the sort of thing a pretentious 19-year-old writes in her "journal." She's got to be angsty and shit, and talk about everyone being phony -- at least I had the good grace to point out that I was phony, too. Bygones. The point is this: I am old. College was a long time ago. Many things have changed, but my love for the Dew remains constant, as well as my predilection to point at things in photos. And as much as I usually think I'd love to go back to that time in my life, I really would rather not. Although I do wish I still had that sweet Star Trek t-shirt. That was the bomb.

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