Weekend I’d Forget
Saturday, Hubby and I visited my friend, Megan, at college. Her college just so happens to be both of our alma mater: Rowan University.
I have oh so many stories I could tell about Megan, but let me just start with this:
On the left, we have me with Megan at her high school graduation. On the right, is Megan with me at my high school graduation.
Talk about a great way to feel old.
Here are some more fun facts about our lives together:
*I've known Megan since she was four-years-old.
*I started babysitting Megan and her older sister, Emily, when I was sixteen.
*We first bonded over nail polish and Disney movies.
*I taught third grade at the private school we both graduated from. She helped out in my classroom during her sophomore, junior, and senior years of high school.
When Megan decided to go to Rowan, I was not only excited because I knew what a great school she was choosing, but also because it meant I would have a reason to go back to my old stomping grounds.
Megan's dorm is in the same building that Hubby stayed in during our second year at Rowan. It was surreal being in the building again, and we both somehow remembered the rooms as far larger than they actually are.
One thing I love about Megan is that she is incredibly crafty and super motivated. While I was putting my Christmas tree up two weeks ago, this is what Megan was doing in the common area of her dorm room:
I think the paper towel logs and tissue paper flame was my favorite part.
Megan and her roommate also cut out amazingly intricate snowflakes and hung them over their couches.
After we spent some time with Megan, Hubby and I visited the bookstore--which is now in a Barnes and Noble.*
*How come everything gets better at your college once you leave? In addition to the Barnes and Noble there is a cutesy row of shops within walking distance from the college.
We may or may not have spent a ridiculous amount of money on clothing to show our school pride.*
*In our defense, they have developed a fantastic new design for our school mascot: "The Prof", aka, an owl.
After coffee, we headed to my real real old stomping grounds: the music building.
Though I was a member of the orchestra and string ensemble, I have always appreciated the talent produced by the Rowan Opera Company and its directors, Marian Stieber and Jon Garrison.
Though it would have been a real treat to attend a full production of an opera, with the orchestra in the pit, the "Evening of Scenes" that they arranged was a nice taste of seven different famous operas. My favorite was the Flower Duet from "Lakeme".
We decided we wouldn't wait so long to return and are hoping to make it back in the spring to see Mozart's "The Magic Flute".