and I won’t be there this time.

Welcome Weekend starts next Friday. I still remember my welcome weekend four years ago like it was yesterday. I arrived at Taylor on Thursday night and stayed in Fairlane with my brother. He was student teaching that year and was already established in his apartment. We took one of the matresses from his room and put it out on the living room floor. I didn’t sleep all that well that night - I was really anxious about moving into the dorm the next morning.

Well, I made it through welcome weekend and the four years that followed it, and now hear I sit. I have a job now, and I’m not going back to Taylor. It’s an interesting feeling, but I already know I enjoy working more than going to school. The realization that I’m not going back probably won’t fully hit until mid-September when everyone is in school again.