Molly and I kicked off the weekend with a 5k. She was really excited about running on the hilly campus with me! Okay, fine. I bribed her with the promise of coffee and we walked the whole thing. But we walked fast and we weren’t the last ones to finish. We had a great time.
She looks excited to be up early to do a 5k with me, right?
After working on a few wedding things, we headed to the tent party and enjoyed beverages and chatting with some fellow alumni. I also may have stashed about 8 of the plastic Clarke beer cups into my purse in the process. They’re cool, okay?
I also made Molly pose with me in the cheesy frame. And I loved it.
Being on campus, and realizing how long it’s been since I actually lived there made me realize that I’m probably a legitimate adult at this point. And that was a pretty frightening thought. It was solidified that night when I volunteered at “Downtown Saturday Night” — the young alumni event of the weekend. Basically, it was a bar crawl and you earned entries into a raffle by stopping at each bar. I was stationed at Lot One, and it’s a good thing I had great company in my fellow volunteers, because I tired of bar antics by about 9:30. (We started at 9:00!)
The only remotely young and hip thing I did that night was snap a selfie at the bar. I’m really cool.
Clarke is just one of those places that makes me feel at home. I loved my four years there, and being back on campus always makes me feel warm fuzzies. I know the teeny college thing (1200 students, to be exact) isn’t for everyone, but it sure as heck was for me.
Did you go to college? Big? Small? Love it? Hate it? Tell me about your alma mater!