When I was in my teens I used to hitchhike for hours to get to Ann Arbor, just so I could hang out at this wonderful, magical place I knew I’d never actually attend. They all seemed so focused, so grown-up. They looked, more or less, like they were having fun getting things done.
Yeah – I’m over that now. All the news stories about university kids getting into news stories – it makes me wonder if they’ll spend all of their actual adult years wincing in embarrassment and trying to live it down. For their sakes I rather hope so. Regret can be an indicator of growth.
And then one morning there’s a headline that makes me glad I’m just a feckless old hermit and never had anything to do with that ‘college’ thing…
The poop swastika: real or phantom?
Somewhere, my 17-year-old self is shaking his head and kicking at rocks.
“it makes me wonder if they’ll spend all of their actual adult years wincing in embarrassment”
You’ve made the unwarranted assumption that they’ll ever achieve adulthood. Now that Mizzou has officially restructured as a pre-K daycare, that seems unlikely.
College is a hothouse filled with exotic orchids.
College is only one of the myriad reasons that I routinely thank the deities that I’m not young anymore.
The only real reason for college, is that there is a lot of nookie to be had there.
Poop Swastika is real.
Never would’ve thought I’d ever write a comment like that on blog.
You’re welcome.