I miss college.
I miss college.
I miss college.

The kids who are moving into the dorms now were born in 1987. I can't believe that.

It feels like only last year that I hauled all my stuff up here not knowing a soul, said goodbye to my family and had my first taste of freedom. My dorm felt like a castle to me at first, because it was my little home away from home.

I took a nap around 7 so I could go stay out late for a friend's Bday. Matt came...with this 19 year old. Groan. I have very strict guidelines when it comes to age differences. I agree that age is but a number, but that number is a damn good benchmark of that person's maturity level. ( I said benchmark; that's a teaching buzz word ).

I think the work week will be better if I do things in the evenings besides eat dinner, watch tv, and go to bed. That hour away from my house recharged me and I think I'm ready to tackle hump day.

Come friday, I'm hopping the 5 pm flight to Midland/Odessa. Why the hell would I do that??

Why, for the scale model of Stonehenge and the Petroleum Museum, or course ;) ;)

PS -- I saw "broken flowers", (that Bill Murray movie) on Sunday night. Was a little disappointed, but it was still pretty good. Had awesome jazz soundtrack.