I graduated in 2006 and hubs followed suit in December of 2007. We traded this place in for Texas (the views are not the same, both literally and figuratively) and while we love our life where we are, coming back to this place pulls on our heartstrings. We wanted nothing more to tour the campus and see the changes, and dream of the day when our little boy might possibly be a Buff.
We saw new buildings, not there during our day:
I claim this building as ours though because a tuition hike in my last year promised the construction of new buildings such as this.
We saw renovations:
We forced CU paraphernalia on our son:
We ran around the lovely soft grass:
We posed with buffalo:
We visited the languages building, where I spent a lot of time with professors and advisors. (I double majored in Latin American affairs and Spanish, Language and Literature.)
Hubs majored in astronomy and I am really sad we didn't get to see the telescopes with Toph.
We played in fountains.
We went to the library to see my favorite quote.
|"Who knows only his own generation remains always a child."|
We reminisced, schemed and dreamed of a day that Toph could walk these grounds, backpack slung over his shoulders, eager to study, learn and socialize. Now, Toph already has a hefty college fund that keeps growing and we will send him wherever he wants to go, but he will get to tour our beloved CU every time we visit Colorado. We'll be planting the seed early.
I think of college and I smile. I stressed over exams, I worked hard and I dated an awesome guy through it all. (We're now married.) I look back and know that college was the life. I learned about the world, I learned how to formulate educated opinions, I learned about myself and other people. It was one of the most formative times of my life and I will be forever thankful for it.