It’s that time of year again when nonstop flyers come in the mail advertising school supplies and dorm room necessities. There’s been a weird, almost fall-like chill in the air at times, and it makes me feel like I should be back on my alma mater’s campus, walking to class with my friends or figuring out what time to meet for dinner. I actually find myself on campus more often than most alumni because I’m the assistant coach of the equestrain team, and I’m there for team meetings and other events throughout the year. It’s so different though. As awful as dorm life and college living can be (at any school, not just ours), I really, really miss it. The campus is beautiful no matter what time of year. I loved being only a five minute walk from my friends. I don’t miss the homework, studying, and paper writing, but I do miss going to class and learning. I’m starting to feel even older when I realize that everyone who I was close friends with in school has offcially graduated.
Going even further back, I know that all the local kids are getting their class schedules and bus routes, and I get pangs of nostalgia. I drive past my middle school on a daily basis, and even though it’s completely different there now, I do kind of miss that building. I guess I was lucky enough to not have such terrible years in middle school (though they could have always been a little bit better I suppose). I remember the school spirit my high school had, and how I miss actually wanting to go to football games and wandering that massive campus. I feel like I need to go to the store and stock up completely on new supplies for all four classes (block scheduling…it happened) and panic about summer reading and other random assignments.
Before we know it, the leaves are going to start changing colors and the wardrobe of the population in the northeast will become jackets and sweatshirts and boots again. I’m okay with that, but as the third September of my life that I don’t have to attend school approaches, I find the feelings and nostalgia don’t get any easier to deal with. It makes me realize that I am, in fact, becoming an adult, and I’m still learning how to handle that.