When I was in college, I tended to judge the people who graduated but then came back to school on the weekend to party. Well, I'm now one of those people. And now I get it.
I thought I would move to a big city, work at a big company, make work friends, etc, etc. But now that I've moved to a small town working for a small company and only know 30 & 40 year olds, I've begun to realize that I left the best friends I could ever ask for back in Rolla.
My roommates found me at what was (hopefully) the worst time in my life, took me in and were nothing short of amazing. When I came back from class, there was at least one person in my room either watching TV or waiting for me to get back from class. I'll never forget when I walked into my room and there were 4 people in my bed and one in the recliner and everyone one of them yelled, "Roommate!" like I had been gone for months. Or when we called Taco Bell shortly after at 10am to see if they were open. (Yes, they are open. And yes, we did go to Schlaco Hell at 10:15am.) Or any of our adventures during St. Pats. Or the nightly sleepovers. I will never be able to pay my roommates back for the no-judgement always-loving attitude they always seemed to have.
In short, I'm not ashamed to be the "Old Balls" that comes back to college even after they've graduated. The thing is, these girls are really only going to being in the same place until December of this year. After that, they'll be spread out arcoss the country. And $50 in gas to Rolla is much cheaper than a $500 flight out to California!
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