Tonight, I stopped by Target to check out their clearance shoe selection (I was in search of some super cheap summery shoes) and to look for the shams that my sister wants for her new apartment with her husband (it feels weird calling John her husband, they’ve only been married for a week and a half). While I wandered around looking for things to buy, I noticed quite a few mothers shopping with their kids who are getting ready to go to college. Now don’t think that I’m a creep since I know that, but one pair was walking with a mini fridge in their cart (the son was wearing a Ball State t-shirt) and another pair was looking at the bedding and talking about what could sit beside the daughter’s bed. Both pairs just screamed, “NEW COLLEGE STUDENT” to me, an old pro at this whole going to college situation.
Normally, this would get me all excited because I love back-to-school shopping, and I really can’t wait to go back to Butler…but this time, I don’t feel nearly as excited. Instead, I’m kind of sad. I’ve been a real person all summer long…and it’s not that great. College kid life is the best…and I’m totally fine with being a college kid forever…or at least for longer than only one more year. Maybe I will be able to talk my Mom into taking me to Wal-Mart and Target just like we always used to when I was a kid, to get everything that I might need for school…even though that is only pens, pencils, and printer ink. I think just seeing all of the new, colorful stuff makes me feel young, and like I’m not about to enter the real world. So Mom – just humor me and take me to the store, and let’s pretend that we have entire list of stuff to get…like Elmer’s Glue and Crayola Crayons. It will be fun – I promise.