Many moons ago, I was a student at the University of Missouri- Columbia. Mizzou, MU, The Zou, etc. You know the recently crowned Big 12 Champs. (Woot!)
(Confession: In my haste to predict MU as the winner I didn’t give them an opponent. It was supposed to be North Carolina, in case you were wondering. When will I learn how to fill out a bracket properly? I, am apparently Bracket Challenged. Le sigh.)
Anyways, I loved everything about my 7 years in Missouri except for the weather. The weather in Missouri is crap. 7 years of face melting humidity and rain and ice filled winters. No thanks. But, I loved the campus, the classes, the people I met; it was perfect for me.
One of the things I loved most was the town. Columbia just feels like what a college town should feel like. Some days I really miss it. In my head I have a highlight reel of ivy covered buildings and boxwood hedges and the perfect library to get lost in.
So today I was driving the boys to therapy, and I happen to drive straight through the University of Minnesota campus to get there. As I was meandering through the light rail construction I was thinking about how much everything reminded me of my days at MU. How the students looked just like we looked.
Well, wait a minute.
(They look really young.)
Then I was trying to calculate how many years it had been since I was in school.
Then I was trying to calculate how old these current students were when I was a freshman in college.
(Maybe 2 or 3? Shit.)
And then my mini-van was hit with a stray football being tossed around the front yard of one of the frat houses.
So I did what any mother chauffeuring her kids around would do.
I honked my horn, muttered some choice words and ran over their ball.