Remembering the voices and throat clearing and shuffling of papers of all my professors ...the page turning of student text books and the cold crisp cracking noises of new college books....are the memories of my youth and daily upbringing. Where did my youth go? Who am I kidding as I rise in the morning to a hunger for knowledge and a longing for love? Hope.
Speckled images of a time well spent, a time long gone. Breaking into my present is a time where the depths of memory have grown further down while digging for treasures through all the mud of times masterpiece, the past. There used to be more trust with the learning time. The time when your young and looking for answers. Curious how things work?
Dad would ask this question often assuming I wasn't interested in how things work. Walking from class to class with a walk man and a book bag was a daily task for a handful of years. Exploring the culture and great fields of study such as music, law, science, and criminal justice was my adventure every day.
Surrounded by students with a common goal, to graduate and become an achiever of something bigger than anyone. Where has the time gone?, it brings me to tears to think how much time has gone by since graduating from Indiana University, Bloomington, Indiana 2003. Time just burns up everything so fast.
Amazingly, I was working at America's coffee and all it took was one colleague to contact me for a college reunion. It was the most awkward time. The way it happened was my manager said I had a phone call at work. In the age of cells who would be calling me at work on the cell. It was Shawn, the black sheep of our college onterage. And being pregnant at the time about to take off from work, there couldn't be a more miracle of a time to think of a a family of alumni than that moment.
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