Don't worry, Mom, this won't be anything racy. ;)
If you know anything about me at all, then you know that I love my college. No, wait, that doesn't quite explain it. A lot of people love their colleges. I think it's more descriptive to say that I'm in love with my college. Seriously. If Kansas University was a boy, and he was single (which he probably wouldn't be) I would drop everything in my life and marry him this very second. That's how in love it with I am.
It was a very instantaneous love, almost a love at first sight (or first sign, if you will).
The moment: Move-in day, August 2009.
I was driving on my way up to Lawrence, parents traveling far, far behind me with the majority of my dorm equipment. Overcome with the length of the drive (which has now become almost second nature to me), I called up my good friend and partner in crime, Elizabeth Najim, who had moved into her own dorm room just days before I did. We giggled, as we usually do, about our lives and she gave me a few stories about what her past week had entailed. I was already excited about going to college, and her friendly voice only made me more anxious to get there. A midst our banter, I noticed a destination sign to my right, reading:
Lawrence: 17 miles
The glaze which had been covering my eyes for the last hour of the 2 and a 1/2 hour trip was instantly gone. Out of no where I was overcome with excitement. I almost felt flustered, and I don't have a clear explanation as to why. I suppose it was due to the thought of you're almost there, you can make it, your independence is eminent, only 17 more miles. To this day, whenever I pass that sign, I get the same feeling inside. It reminds me of the just how in love I am.
I'm not sure I can ever truly explain what it is that I like so much about KU. I mean, The campus is beautiful, at all times of the year, no less. The history is engulfing; there is an amazing feeling of being preceded by so many great people and so many great accomplishments. The education I'm getting is excellent. It's never a boring place to be. The town of Lawrence has a wonderful amount of charm, so much so that I have considered living there after graduation. The people I've met are incredible, effecting me in ways that I will probably never fully understand or be able to reciprocate. All of these things are great, and combined they are even greater, but they don't define my love for the school.
I guess there is only one way I can describe it: I am exactly where I am meant to be.
Can you think of the last time you've ever felt that way?
I visited a friend's college a while back, a college which I had considered switching to in order to be with her. Her college was spectacular. It was beautiful and grand and very very historic, but none of this couldn't compare to the feeling I got on my morning walk to class, the day I returned home from that very trip. I was fitting into the exact hole reserved for me in the universe, and there is no better feeling than that.
But what can I say, I'm a woman in love.
ROCK CHALK!
If you know anything about me at all, then you know that I love my college. No, wait, that doesn't quite explain it. A lot of people love their colleges. I think it's more descriptive to say that I'm in love with my college. Seriously. If Kansas University was a boy, and he was single (which he probably wouldn't be) I would drop everything in my life and marry him this very second. That's how in love it with I am.
It was a very instantaneous love, almost a love at first sight (or first sign, if you will).
The moment: Move-in day, August 2009.
I was driving on my way up to Lawrence, parents traveling far, far behind me with the majority of my dorm equipment. Overcome with the length of the drive (which has now become almost second nature to me), I called up my good friend and partner in crime, Elizabeth Najim, who had moved into her own dorm room just days before I did. We giggled, as we usually do, about our lives and she gave me a few stories about what her past week had entailed. I was already excited about going to college, and her friendly voice only made me more anxious to get there. A midst our banter, I noticed a destination sign to my right, reading:
Lawrence: 17 miles
The glaze which had been covering my eyes for the last hour of the 2 and a 1/2 hour trip was instantly gone. Out of no where I was overcome with excitement. I almost felt flustered, and I don't have a clear explanation as to why. I suppose it was due to the thought of you're almost there, you can make it, your independence is eminent, only 17 more miles. To this day, whenever I pass that sign, I get the same feeling inside. It reminds me of the just how in love I am.
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| My favorite campus sculpture, in front of Lippincott Hall Credited to Abby Davis |
I'm not sure I can ever truly explain what it is that I like so much about KU. I mean, The campus is beautiful, at all times of the year, no less. The history is engulfing; there is an amazing feeling of being preceded by so many great people and so many great accomplishments. The education I'm getting is excellent. It's never a boring place to be. The town of Lawrence has a wonderful amount of charm, so much so that I have considered living there after graduation. The people I've met are incredible, effecting me in ways that I will probably never fully understand or be able to reciprocate. All of these things are great, and combined they are even greater, but they don't define my love for the school.
I guess there is only one way I can describe it: I am exactly where I am meant to be.
Can you think of the last time you've ever felt that way?
I visited a friend's college a while back, a college which I had considered switching to in order to be with her. Her college was spectacular. It was beautiful and grand and very very historic, but none of this couldn't compare to the feeling I got on my morning walk to class, the day I returned home from that very trip. I was fitting into the exact hole reserved for me in the universe, and there is no better feeling than that.
But what can I say, I'm a woman in love.
ROCK CHALK!
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