Taking a walk on memory campus
September 4, 2008
One of my favorite cousins moved into her freshman dorm this past weekend. This is exciting enough on it’s own, but after a great visit (and no pressure from me) she choose to go to school where both I and my brother went to college, about 20 minutes from where I am presently living. Here are the five things I am loving about her being so close by.
1) I get to be that person we all loved in college. The family friend who lives nearby, who always has a full refrigerator, an empty washing machine, $20 and a bag of left-over’s to hand you on your way out the door. I get to finally offer some Karmic payback for all the people who fed me, drove me and cared for me in my home away from home.
2) I get to offer advice so that she does not make, or at least makes less of, the same mistakes I did. The college basics; never sign up for a class before 10 am or on a Friday afternoon, don’t leave your girlfriends at frat houses no matter how emphatically they tell you they want to stay and regardless of what they tell you is in it…never, EVER drink the punch.
3) I get to actually make a difference in her experience. Aside from the occasional $20 and the advice about the punch, I can be there for her if she is stuck at a bar or a house and things get out of hand. If her car breaks down, she gets stranded in Boston or just feels a little homesick, I can help and that is an amazing feeling.
4) I get to report back to Mom and Dad. Not the details, and nothing she ever asked me to keep in confidence, but an occasional phone call to them saying “yes she is alive, yes I think she is going to class, no she does not appear pregnant”, might mean they bug her a little less and feel reassured a little more.
5) I get to re-live my college years a bit. It has been a while since I was a student there and even longer since I was an undergrad. There are new dorms, new dining halls, new academic buildings and roads that never even existed. And yet, walking across the quad, with the sun shining and old stone buildings surrounding me I still get that butterfly feeling in my stomach of being a freshman and having my whole life and a fabulous four years in front of me.
What are your best college memories? What advice would you give a freshman?