There are two times during the year when my nostalgia for Rose is especially acute. One is in the fall, because I remember how exciting it was to be “back,” to be with all my friends and getting ready to tackle a new year. Building lofts, setting up computers, installing new games (priorities, priorities!), catching up on the summer, IV NSO, and, oh yeah, registering for classes, are all sweet memories.
I don’t miss Rose during the winter. Winter quarter sucked. Every time. The only highlights were the IV training classes that took place during WQ. And that’s all I have to say about that.
But now, in the spring, there is a different sort of nostalgia. A memory of knowing that there were only ten weeks left, and then it would be time for something different. The air was warm, the windows were open, we played Ultimate on grass again, and the promise of summer was near. And summer meant a change.
Now summer means. . .I keep doing the same thing, it’s just hotter and I’m still stuck inside my plant. How can anyone not miss college? I’m not saying I want to go back to that stage in my life, but there are certain aspects of it that I would love to be able to incorporate into my current stage. C’est la vie