Back to School

I am so glad that I am not in school anymore…but there are times when I miss the excitement of it all.

Last night, Christian and I took the kids out to the Quad at MU for Marching Mizzou’s “concert on the quad.” These sorts of things are much more fun with kids than without. Alex wanted to run up and down between the circles of band members warming up in sections, shouting, “Tuba! Tuba! ’Nuvver tuba! Dums! Dums! Eveywheah dums! Foots! Foots!”

And the best part was that I got to go wandering in among the band members without feeling silly or out-of-place. I started feeling nostalgic for my two years in Marching Mizzou (one of which, incidentally, I detested). As we watched the concert on the Quad, I remembered, and missed, the silly cheers we used to pass the time. Not much has changed in the fourteen years I have been away from M2. The band plays the same arrangements of the same fight songs, and does almost the same dances.

As the freshmen pelted through the Columns toward the free Tiger Stripe ice cream waiting at the south end of the Quad, kicking up grasshoppers and mites, I thought for a moment or two how much fun it would be to be back in college again.

And then I regained my senses.