Every early to mid May, I feel a bit wistful. It was always an odd feeling, being in the home stretch of any particular school year. It was especially difficult during my last year of high school and even more saddening during my last year of college.
Thirty-three years later, I still remember the choir singing, "But for now, we must say goodbye," during the high school baccalaureate service. Twenty-nine years later, I still remember leaving KCOU's audience with the final song I chose, "Give It Up" by Hothouse Flowers.
I had an enjoyable time going back to visit my high school just before the following Thanksgiving, and I enjoyed all of my sporadic visits back to college and KCOU.
Being a visitor isn't the same as truly belonging to a place, though. For any readers about to graduate high school or college and transition into college or the workforce, just know there's at least one blogger out there who sympathizes with the melancholy feelings of loss you might be having. Even at 51, I remember those feelings well--and it's perfectly human to have them.
