Barb's Burblings

It’s back to school time,

It’s back to school time, and the newspaper has been running stories for the past few weeks about heading back. A lot of the stories deal with going to college—what it’s like for freshmen, moving into the dorms, etc. And it makes me sad. Even three years later, I still miss college a lot. I miss living in a dorm and eating at Servo. I miss being near my friends all the time. I miss the classes—the discussions, the lectures. I miss all of the activities. I miss the options for weekend fun.

Which is not to say that I don’t remember the annoying parts. Boring classes. Loads of work. Dull readings. Groups too mired in politics. The stress. But I still can’t shake the feeling that those four years were the best of my life. My life now is fine, and I imagine that things like getting married, buying a house, maybe kids will also be good. But can anything be better than my years of college? And it depresses me to think that the best years of my life are already behind me.