My love for my college alma mater lives on even twelve years after I graduated. Its natural beauty is what drew me to the school to begin with. The main entrance to my school is lined with trees on both sides. Fall is the best time because of the yellow and orange hues that embrace you as you drive in almost like you’ve become part of a painting.
In the center of campus there is a lake and benches where you can sit and reflect or relish in the warm sunlight in the spring. I always choose a spot where I can sit and watch the branches of a weeping willow dip down into the lake water. During my time in college, spending time in nature brought me peace and comfort, replenished me in the midst of chaotic college life. Somehow, spending time by the lake on a warm afternoon always made me feel better.
In colder weather, I always sought refuge in our library. That is where I found myself recently when I decided to spend my Teacher Record Day catching up on grading at one of my favorite places. Upon arriving, I quickly headed to the back of the library to look for a cozy spot close to a window, so I could occasionally admire the snowy view as I graded. Nestled in this quiet haven while working away and admiring the view outside brought back so many fond memories of my time as an actual student. Many times, I drive by my college and wish I could return to simpler times.
At least, living so close to my beloved alma mater, I know I can come back and do my work there as a teacher. The most amazing thing about this part of my life? Now, when I go back to my college for some grading session and a quick lunch in the student dining hall, I bump into former students who are now college students themselves. Those are always sweet reunions and affirm that I have come full circle.