This past weekend I drove to Pittsburgh to see my former residents graduate. It’s been 3 years since I was a Resident Assistant, and I still miss it constantly. There’s nothing like helping teens discover/create the right college experience for them. Especially when the teens are as awesome as mine were.
Me and some of my Class of 2010 kiddos enjoying Late Night at Fuel & Fuddle
I also got to spend some time with my aunt and uncle and their grandkids. We went to a school carnival; ate hot dogs, ice cream, and donuts; and competed in swimming noodle Jedi wars. I think Ben won (mostly due to sheer stamina).
Sometime during the roadtrip, my car’s air conditioning died. Fortunately it was cool enough to roll down the windows. I didn’t really speed — and haven’t since I got my first and only ticket last year — but I did snap a few photos while driving… I know, I know, it’s bad and dangerous! And the photos I got weren’t even that great. But I’ve been wanting pictures of these Ohio Bicentennial barns for a while. Next time I’ll try to get a better shot while Andy is behind the wheel.
It’s hard to explain how I feel about not having any real ties to Carnegie Mellon anymore. I only know a handful of professors and administrators there now, and I’m sure I’m fading in their memories with every passing day.
That part of it doesn’t bother me — in fact, it’s nice to go to campus and not have awkward run-ins with people I barely know. (Don’t get me wrong: the few that I do keep in touch with, I love. Seeing them wouldn’t be awkward at all.) But at the same time, little things keep changing every time I go back, and I guess part of me is afraid that one day I won’t recognize it at all…
That’s probably an irrational fear. But when you love something, it’s hard to let it go.