In the mail today, I got notification of a 10-year class reunion next month. It’s for college. I got to thinking about it and I didn’t really make many friends in college. A few, but we have become mostly just Facebook Friends at this point. Our real lives interfering with our ability to stay connected face-to-face.
If I don’t attend, they would like me to contact them with a story that can be shared with the group that does attend. A story? From college? Hm, drawing a blank. I’m not a joiner and I was older. I started college at 22, not 18. Do I have any stories to share? Not really.
A quick look back makes me realize that while most people were busy enjoying college, I was busy getting an education. I didn’t go to join History Club or the track team. I didn’t even go with the intention of making new friends and meeting new people.
I did learn, earning a couple of degrees and graduating with far more credit hours than I needed. But did I gain anything? I’m not sure.