NOSTALGICIn the last week or so since my graduation, I've found myself thinking a lot about my days as a university student. Though not far removed from them, I feel like so much has changed in my life since I wrote my last exam in April. And, realistically, a lot of things have changed. I love telling people around me about how great my job is- "I'm on campus, without having to go to class..." or, "I'm living the student life, without the schoolwork!" Nevertheless, I've been reflecting a lot on the student lifestyle that I used to live, and I decided something. I miss it.Maybe not so much the aspect of going to class, but pretty much everything else. I noticed some (I'd be taking more than an educated guess to say that they were) first year guys on campus today. I totally remember that look/attitude. Dressing in sweats, having the key tags hanging out of the pocket- the "rez" look. I reminisced on myself in first year- not totally content on where I was at in my walk with God, but often being too apathetic to make time for Him and to really follow Him. I often think about how different my first year might have been if I had known then what I know now.Returning from the weekend in Ottawa, I really realized how much I miss the house I lived in. 1139-D (see picture) was a lot of fun. We had many good times- Monday night trips to Tim Horton's, countless hours of foosball- where we wrote the scores on the wall afterward (in washable crayon of course), cheeseburger runs, Saturday morning grocery shopping, random songs/dances, our notorious music video (which will not be posted on here any time soon), answering machine messages, and video games. People were always coming in and out of our place, which was cool- prayer meetings in Nathan's room every night...until they moved them to next door the next year. And, I'd always get a kick out of hearing our front door open, thinking "wait for it", hearing the trundling up the stairs, and then Parker's hulking frame would be in my bedroom doorway. The walk from the house to the campus took half an hour, and when the weather wasn't bitter, it was usually a beautiful trip along the canal- a great time for reflection and meditation.On the academic side, I (to an extent) miss hanging out with people on campus, and I even miss the pressure of having to finish up an essay before the department drop-box closes. In extreme cases, I miss borrowing Tim's car to drop off a paper in the wee hours of the morning (going on campus late at night in cold weather is somewhat scary, but I enjoyed it for some weird reason). 
Though I've been thinking a lot about how much I miss it, I'm totally content with the fact that my time as a student is over. I wouldn't want anything to change in the way things have turned out, and how God has worked over the last few years. I'm definitely excited for what lies ahead. I guess because I've recently been doing a lot of looking back, I realize how blessed I am to have been at Carleton when I was. I think it's part of what makes me so excited to be able to continue working with students.