That sounds melodramatic, I suppose, but it is what it is. I spent two years trying to get here, then five years living here and then nine years missing it and, returning, six more years here. That’s, all told, more than half my life thinking about the place. And, in most ways, that’s unrequited. I don’t really have a lot of other ways to talk about it than that.
And now I’m leaving it. Don’t want to, but there it is. Here we are. Here we go.
So I rode around one last time and took a few pictures of buildings because … I don’t know, but that’s what you do.
My first class was in this building, many years ago, just off to the right. It was an 8 a.m. Monday, Wednesday, Friday class. Animal Dairy Sciences:
Comer Hall, my major lived in there. This is the top of ag hill, and I spent half of my undergraduate career there.
A few more views of Comer:
And this is Duncan Hall. I did my internship there, and worked for another year or so besides. Did some writing, some photography, some online work, some radio editing, some satellite uplinks and so on:
And one of the better oak trees on campus. Always looked like a place to climb or read or kiss.
Tomorrow we sign our papers and drive away, on to the next thing.
