I spent two days of this past weekend in Bluffton visiting friends that I made while in college. For some reason however, it seems as though many of my college friends still have a year or more to complete before they graduate. I happened to be on campus the day that classes began and for the first time in three years I could just sit and observe instead of rushing around to hidden classrooms and then purchasing expensive books.
Sunday evening began with myself and two good friends sitting on a porch in the slightly chilly Ohio weather caught up in a conversation ranging from metaphysics to religion to the concept of time, to a slight dabbling in politics, etc. From then it was on the Flying J truckstop in Beaverdam to meet with more friends and experience lots of coffee and laughter. The night/early morning dissolved into staying up with a friend who was going to Northern Ireland for a semester and therefore did not have to get up for classes on Monday. We talked and laughed and watched horrible action movies on TV until 5:30 a.m. before we slept for a few hours and I woke up to an invitation to more coffee.
I left Bluffton feeling slightly peculiar about the whole issue of college/graduation/friends/sentimentality/summer/schoolyear/America/Vietnam. I drove for two hours to get home and had time to eat chicken that my parents had saved from a wonderful restaurant in Akron before heading off to work in an unventilated sauna known as a dishroom.