I shall detain you no longer in the demonstration of what we should not do, but straight conduct ye to a hillside, where I will point ye out the right path of a virtuous and noble education; laborious indeed at the first ascent, but else so smooth, so green, so full of goodly prospect and melodious sounds on every side that the harp of Orpheus was not more charming. ~John Milton
Lame and revisionist as I may be, today has me missing Hillsdale. No, I don’t wish I had a pile of homework to ignore. Weather like this, when it first gets actually warm enough to spend most of the day outside, makes me nostalgic for wandering over to a friend’s house to drink beers, grill out (or order pizza), and watch the street from the porch.
posted by TheAmber at 12:36 PM
um, yeah Thoughts of Youth IS about me ... Halfway House IS about me and my old roommates. You want to know about me? Go there.
2 Comments:
I loved Hillsdale in the spring. The campus bloomed. I loved naps on the quad and hanging out on the great porches, walking to Oakley for a sandwich and beer.
It's strange to have such conflicting memories :)
Good to know I am not the only one who feels like this. I know my sweet hubby does, but he is also more recently graduated. I wonder IF/WHEN I will stop missing The 'Dale in the Spring.
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