Anyway, there were a number of times where I slid back to the happy years of college, when Fall would hit and I would be at the dorm with windows open, just relaxing. Ahh.
I wasn't a great students and 'school' was no joy ride for me. However, living on campus had so many great memories. Being a Resident Assistant and making rounds in the cool evening. Walking across the quad for the pure helluvit, in the cool air. Sitting on my bed/couch in my room with the windows open, allowing the cool air to crawl across my feet as I watched the 5" black and white TV wired to the foot board.
Man I loved the Fall and Winter in San Marcos. Maybe once the mancubs get their scholarships to Harvard and MIT, I can quit my job and move into a dorm again. What memories.
This day will end with such a wonderful feeling, as long as I don't think about the classes. ;)