Alma Mater

I had the pleasure today of attending a training seminar for work. Normally I despise these training sessions, but this one came with a special treat. It was held in College Station across the street from Texas A&M, my alma mater. There are two things that struck me today as I drove those familiar streets. The first is college girls... I mean wow! It was like waking up from a long, boring dream. In the two and a half years since I graduated I guess I had forgotten how gorgeous they are. There is something that must happen to them when they graduate, or maybe they disappear to some secret location after graduation, or maybe... I'm just hanging around in the wrong places... I think there must be a secret place out there, and I implore you who know its location (you know who you are) to tell me where it is! I don't know… but what I do know is that institutions of higher learning have an inordinate number of beautiful girls as compared with the rest of society. Certainly that had been forgotten. Second, and more interesting, is the sense of emptiness that I felt as I was leaving town. I don't know what it was, but a part of me felt cold, like I wasn't suppose to leave. Today is one of the few times I can recall ever knowing where "home" was and feeling sad that I was leaving it. I did not realize I had such revere for my old school or that I had missed it so.