I smelled spring in the music

For this morning’s commute, I tossed Joy Electric’s album “Robot Rock” into the CD player. As I was driving to work, I had distinct memories of college playing through my mind, and the smell of spring time. You know how spring smells so fresh and clear and clear and the air is just a tad chilly, but you don’t care because you’ve been cooped up all winter?

I finally realized that sophomore year was the last time that I’d actually put that disc into a player. It’s amazing how memory works. Regardless, I had a nice commute, thinking about all the friends I’d made in my time at Rose.

Combine that with the fact that during the last week I’ve gone through and cleaned out all my class notes, tests, homeworks and et cetera from college (burned it all, don’t need it anymore, just takes up space) and I’m just struck with how very much the people that I’ve encountered mattered to me, and how little effect the coursework really had in the grand scheme of things.

Don’t get me wrong, I feel like I have a good degree and that I’ve a decent command of my field of study. I’m just saying that as time passes and the facts and figures fade, the friendships will be the lasting memories. I don’t think it will be possible to ever relive something like that, the nearness of the communal living with a group of people so alike and yet so different to me. Won’t find it on this side of the veil, anyway.

  1. So very true. I miss it, but it would never be the same again. Even when I question my career choice, I always think Rose was the right place for me.

  2. Group Hug!!!

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