En route to the east side of the state to see Cary and Donna, we stopped in Kalamazoo for lunch at Road House and briefly drove through campus.  My alma mater - what a fantastic place!  The older I get I am more grateful than ever for the education I had there.  I am so proud of my parents for encouraging me to pick the RIGHT school, no matter the location and cost (I can't currently fathom encouraging Ollie to go 2,000+ miles away from me!).  I am filled with amazing memories of my time in Kalamazoo.  Trowbridge, Hoben, Severn.  The theatre, the admissions office, the quad.
I immediately remember my first two English classes with Gail Griffin and my first C paper and the subsequent time she spent with me helping me learn how to write.  I remember Dr. Dorrien and all the religion classes that cracked into my upbringing with an amazing clarity - "The Word as True Myth".  I remember Adrienne giving me her old copy of "Franny and Zooey".  I remember Ed Menta's theatre history courses and singing early American Musicals with Ryan.  I remember freshman year sociology and learning that you can't really ditch class anymore.  I remember almost failing statistics as a senior.  I remember doing Vagina Monologues to standing ovations.  I remember by Senior Individualized Project, Julie Johnson.  I remember talking to Wa and encouraging her to perform with confidence and having a little glimmer of what my life in leadership could look like.  I remember countless admissions tours and overnights and all the kids I encouraged to choose K if it was right for them.  I remember cooking dinner for Felicity, Megan and Sarah as a sophomore and feeling so honored to have older friends.  I remember partying with Ryan, Matt and Caitlin and loving having such fun younger friends.  I remember Lauren and Jen being loyal roommates who felt like sisters at times.  I remember graduation day feeling so sad.  I remember walking back onto campus the day after graduation and immediately realizing it was time to move on.
In this last visit, I mainly noticed that I no longer felt nostalgia in the same way.  The students seemed so much younger than me that I couldn't quite pretend I fit in anymore.  I walked through the quad mainly hoping that Oliver will get a wonderful college experience too.