I already told you! pout
Ohhhhhhh, I didn’t see your edit! Thank you thank you! Now I know! ::bows::
Wow… Damn, I’m getting old! This was almost ten years ago!
I don’t even remember the concert I mentioned in the OP. Let’s see:
I miss my second last name, but I now get to be addressed by it (see later).
I don’t miss my jerky classmates, although I still got some jerky classmates. Their jerkiness has changed. Many of those that were jerks in HS did end up apologizing, and they were accepted.
I still don’t miss the part of my family that steals my things (and/or are not pleasant to be around). Now that some of the family that I did miss have died, I’ve reduced my contact with some of them.
I still miss my family.
I have now my own, certified lovable mutt.
BTW, KarlGauss is the older, male, human doctor. I’m the younger, female, animal doctor (working on another graduate degree). So we’re actually addressed as “Dr.” at our respective workplaces.
Ten years have brought a lot of changes in my life. Two degrees, three states, a new language, a car, and a boyfriend.
Well that explains why I find it so difficult to keep the two of you straight…
I commuted an hour each way between Boston and home.
“It’s” always means “it is” or “it has”.
I never wanted to live on campus. I had my own room at home with a cook and free laundry service. It was air conditioned and had a pool. My room had a nice stereo and TV. It was quiet when I wanted quiet and it was clean. If I wanted to “party” I got into my car and drove somewhere and met up with people. If we wanted a little excitement my friends and I would go on a road trip on the weekend. We all had cars and gas was cheap.
When I was in college it was legal for 18 year olds to drink so we would meet for a pizza and beer for lunch. Yee and/or haw. For the life of me I have never seen the benefit of living in a dirty, noisy closet-of-a-room with a bunch of other people. If I had the money to go to a quaint old school with ivory covered buildings and spacious private dorms I might enjoy the experience but I never wanted the hell that is campus life.
The same applies to fraternities. Here’s the thing, I already had friends and none of them wanted to spank me.
Miss: Free food (cafeteria). Actually having money… A few friends, my better roommate. Regular contact with intelligent individuals. Keeping in shape by walking to class. Using the vending machines to get Sacajawea dollars.
Don’t miss: the very sterile living arrangements. The drive home. The snobs. Getting nervous around the snobs. Not being able to eat if I missed meal time. Certain teachers.
Pretty much everything else was take it or leave it.
Home cooking and a car to drive. Otherwise, I was just fine.
I can’t think of a single thing I missed, other than maybe my mom’s cooking and getting to spend time with my family. I went to a concrete-block high school in a very, very conformist suburb, and I had been the weird unpopular kid for six years. (To be fair, by the last couple of years my classmates were starting to grow up and might have wanted to be friends with me if I had let them, but by then I was so gun-shy from years of steady bullying and harrassment that I didn’t even know how.)
Going to college was amazing. Little, ordinary things like going to parties and hanging out at Denny’s until 3 a.m. were amazing. Plus, I got to take an entire class on Shakespeare, and a rather bizarre freshman seminar that involved reading lots of Plato and hanging out in the basement of the classics building watching black-and-white movies. It was like paradise for nerds 
I missed having my own room. I detested having roommates. Until about the third year, when my gf and I were allowed to room together in the dorms.