It was Homecoming at my Alma mater — Wartburg College — this weekend. On top of that, it was also my five-year reunion.

I haven’t been back much — or really at all — since I graduated, so one of my college roommates and I took a trip to Waverly Friday night to see some old friends.

And I tell you what, it was strange.

I don’t know how many times I looked at my buddy and said, “This is weird dude.”

I think it was a combination of many things that made the experience so strange. The first was just the sense of nostalgia. That feeling of going back to a place where so many things happened — good and bad.

It was where I grew up and became the person I am today.

It was where I learned about life and love.

It was where I had some great times and some bad times.

But I survived and came out a better person.

My friend and I drove past the house we lived in during our senior year. It was completely remodeled following a flood a couple years ago. We didn’t go in, but we talked about some of the crazy times we had there.

We circled around the campus to see the new athletic facility. I found the old communication arts building where I learned to become a journalist. We saw the science building where my friend and I took a couple classes together.

Then, it was to our favorite watering hole for a few cocktails.

We met up with some friends who I hadn’t seen in way too long.

We chatted and reminisced.

And that made me think.

We talked about some of the crazy parties we had. Or the tough classes. We remembered the random trips to Perkins late at night because we were bored.

Now, our conversations are much, much different.

We talk about who is married and who is having kids.

My friend and I used to talk about what kind of beer we wanted on the weekend.

Now we talk about his new washer and dryer.

Classes were tough, sure, and we would spend hours and hours and hours studying. But if we didn’t do well, we might get a C instead of a B. Now, if we don’t do well, we get fired.

When I was in college, I couldn’t wait to get in the “real world.” I wanted to make money and not have to worry about classes.

Now, I just want to go back to college.

I guess growing up isn’t as much fun as I thought it would be.

  1. Scott Gundermann says:

    I feel for you! :)

  2. Miller Williams says:

    What’s great is when you go back, see someone you dropped, and realize how great a choice you made! Of course you subdue your exuberation but think to yourself, boy did I dodge a bullet!