Truth is, nothing made me happier than a viewing of Revenge of the Nerds in the late 80s, and I always fashioned myself a Poindexter. When he pulled out his electric violin, I tell you, I was simply energized. It was fun to be him and the others for a night.
I have no idea what this evening entailed, and think this was Tracy, a girl from Buffalo who was a year behind me at Hinman Hall.
Another truth, I never returned to that campus, simply because I couldn't return. I loved every second of my four years there and wanted to 'snow globe' the memories as I had them held in my head. I was, and continue to be, afraid of returning because I want to keep what I once knew in tact throughout the rest of my life. Sure, I look over the distance of I-81 when I drive through, but I never stop. I just grow nostalgic.
Ah, but nerdiness is hard and I need this Tuesday to be the ultimate in nerd-dumb. I have to grade like a madman, prepare like a fiend, and love life like anyone who overcomes what life's supposed to be, only to make it better.
If only I could return to that age once more and capture what it was really like.