Some communication had been rekindled between some old friends from college and this weekend seemed to fit perfectly into my own freedom-laden hands. To the road it was.
I got off of work and started my two day weekend with my thumb on the side of the 94 on-ramp.
I always have a certain amount of doubt as to if I'll make it all of the way to my destination. I have faith but always brushed with a certain amount of practicality. Plan B is always circling in my head. Who to call?
Nonetheless, as always, I managed to pull it off. Thank you, everyone. May The Almighty bless you all, as I told the last driver who dropped me off in Berrien Springs.
As I walked the length of campus, memories began to flood me. Some good, some bad. It always seemed a somber, joyless institution to me. The sun had never seemed to shine (although I'm sure it had most of the time) on the isolated, prison-like university. I had been told that the best days of my life were ahead of me at college. That I would meet my life partner here. None of this happened. In fact, the spark of life that I once exhibited had been doused in these buildings, in these halls. To join such a shamelessly insincere student body that wore a smile for all of the cameras. To witness classmates binge drinking one night and returning to campus in the morning for church service. To hear the testimonies of those claiming to live the example that Christ Jesus had set while not showing the slightest sign of a loving character.*
But alas, the weekend continued and I found myself being asked the question by a new friend, "How does it feel to return?"
"I'm at peace with myself and this place now, after all these years," I answered.
Closure had ocurred. I no longer recoiled at the thought of Andrews University. It was my alma mater. That was all.
And along with the gift of my newly-amended opinion, much time was spent reminiscing of the delinquent activities that we, mostly I, had been involved with.
Stealing bikes and taking them down the highway.
Burning old textbooks on top of the roof of a building that was soon to be demolished.
Streaking across campus on October 10, 2010 at 10:10 p.m.
Convincing a bartender to give us all free drinks when most of us were underage.
Having my room searched/torn apart for drugs by the campus "security".
Spending a night in the women's dormitory (Same-sex dorms only on campus).
"Theft with malicious intent" of a stop sign in a slow-traffic mall.
Getting arrested, thrown in a cop car, finger printed, photographed, and tossed in a holding cell.
Breaking my foot in three places on a long board.
Soothing the pain with the high-dosage painkillers that I had been selling at the time.
ETC ETC ETC.
Thank you for the amazing times, Andrews.
Most of which you will never know and chances are would never hope to.
I am no longer the young punk that I was, but I am not yet the man that I will be.
Nonetheless, I will remember these times for the rest of my life.
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