Last night James and I were driving near the OSU campus. College kids were roaming the sidewalks, riding their bikes, and sporting haircuts that said "I'm so hipster I'm even too cool for myself." Every time I saw one of these kids, I wanted to hop out of the car, grab them by the shoulders, and scream "ENJOY THIS FOR ME, WILL YOU?! IT WILL END SO SOON AND YOU WILL MISS IT SO MUCH" and then run back into the car choking on my own sobs.
I miss college right now. Not even college, necessarily, but school. I MISS SCHOOL. I want to be a student again. I want to go back to school shopping and stock up on new jeans and notebooks and pens and mechanical pencils that match my new shirts. I ran into Walmart last night for bandaids, because I cut my knee while shaving my legs (I don't even know the last time that happened, I must be regressing to high school again), and it was back-to-school-central in there. Parents and kids were grabbing school supply lists (BE STILL MY HEART. An excuse to buy colored pencils and erasers was/is my reason for living), and I fondled every stack of notebooks I walked past, feeling nostalgic over all my first days of school and momentarily forgetting that I actually hated the first day of school because the terror of new classmates and schedules. But the first days of new semesters in college? BLISS. It was syllabus/ice breaker day, and I lived for it, especially because at that point I was choosing my classes and my schedule and already had friends in my departments.
Basically, I miss school. If student loans weren't a thing and school was free, I would have a degree in every subject. I could be a professional student. Maybe. I have a feeling that I'm forgetting how much I hated homework, other than writing papers which I LIVED FOR because I am an abnormal human. My favorite part of college, any college, is the college bookstore. THE SMELL. The books. The atmosphere. The excitement. The school supplies. I don't even know, but I love a good college bookstore. I miss my college bookstore and and the old brick buildings. I do not, however, miss the constant swarms of ditzy sorority girls and my crazy roommate and frat boy neighbors who refused to let me sleep due to their constant parties.
Not to mention, fall hit Ohio in July. I realize that I am writing this on August 4th and we are still knee-deep in summer, but it's been in the 60s and 70s for the last few weeks now, and I am loving it. Every year, late July into August is the hottest time of year, with temps in the upper 90s to over 100. But not this year! The leaves are even starting to change on some of the trees. It's bizarre. But, you know, global warming and all.
My favorite time in high school was the fall. I loved wearing my sweaters to school and watching the blur of red and orange trees as the yellow school bus zipped past, and drinking hot apple cider at Friday night football games. I know I'm romanticizing school right now, as my high school graduation was the best day of my life, but the newness and romance of fall and freshly sharpened pencils will forever stay with me. Adulthood has its many perks, and I am forever thankful that I can leave work at work and come home without worrying about homework and grades, but the time of year full of school supplies and cool weather will forever make me long for my youth.