A Freshman 10/11/07

I’ve been filtering through remnants of my past to cut down on the amount of “resources” I have. I’m a memorabilia nut and often persuade myself that bits and pieces of this or that would be a great asset to my books. During this tedious process I came across pictures from college and suddenly I find myself missing those golden years. I keep saying I’ll head back to Pullman for a weekend, but being pregnant and visiting my alma mater just wouldn‘t feel the same.

The transition from college to real life was a bit harsh. I was unaware that all that had transpired would disintegrate the day I walked and made my final exit from Pullman with my temporary diploma. Professors don’t talk about what to do after college and what it feels like being thrust into the universe as inexperienced at life as the next grad. But before you know it life happens and blasts you down some other road and suddenly those Teaching English classes don’t make up for what you don’t know about living the married life and having children. Suddenly, I’m a Freshman all over again.