Weekend trip

I was going into my senior year of high school when we got the news that my Air Force Dad was being transferred to Rapid City, South Dakota. We had been living in Fairfax, Virginia for six years, the longest I had lived any where and now, when I was in the most important year of my life (or so it seemed at the time), I was being uprooted and moved across the country.

In the next month, I met "the love of my life," or so it seemed at the time. Shannon was a sophomore at the Air Force Academy and he had his sights set upon being an Air Force fighter pilot just like my Dad. We loosely dated that year, and one of the many reasons that I chose my college was based on where he was and where my parents were. With him in Colorado Springs, and my parents in Rapid City, I decided to visit the University of Wyoming campus which was approximately half way to both parties.

My mom and I took that trip to the University and I was immediately impressed with the beautiful campus. The old buildings. The green pasture. The small town with a church, bar, bar, church on every block. Okay, I really didn't notice that part on that trip. So I decided that I would attend that University.

I applied, was accepted, and began my schooling that September. I still remember my mom dropping me off at school (without a car), driving home and then my dad deciding to retire and my family moved back East leaving me, the only Dill west of the Mississippi river.

Thanksgiving came and Shannon had invited me to join him and a group of others on a ski vacation in Beaver Creek. I happily said yes, and found my way down here. After a HORRIBLE long weekend, we broke up and I never saw him again.

Yep, two of the main reasons I was here were gone. I was out here all alone. Well, sort of alone.

One of the other reasons I even knew about UW was my friend Tempe from Virginia. She and I had decided that we were going to go to college together and she just knew that she was going to UW. Her parents had gone there and that is where she wanted to go. Sure enough, Temp had decided to go to UW and was there, but had joined a sorority. I was still a GDI and lived in the dorms. We didn't see each other much.

My sophomore year I decided to rush and did end up in the same sorority as her. She promptly became pregnant and dropped out of school.

Yep, I am all alone again.

Then I met Kevin and lived happily ever after.

So this weekend while I was there I wanted to show the kids around the campus so they could see where we had met. We were driving around and I was pointing out the classroom building, the Arts and Science building, the lab school where I did my student teaching, the library where we would go study or not, the restaurant where we had our first date (Taco Bell) and when we rounded the corner of Sorority/Fraternity row I was pointing out where Kevin lived and where I had lived. Bailey pipes up from the back seat a comment that promptly took us right back to the hotel.

"This is all so very interesting."

So much for history.