Today I’m at Whitworth…and it’s interesting. [For those of you PTS ultimate frisbee folks, or any ultimate frisbee folks, you may be interested that this is our field. The loop @ Whitworth…we play amidst all those trees. Maybe that’s why Whitworth-grads tend to be pretty damn good at ultimate, we have to get used to working around all those trees. There were more than a few face-plants into those trees during the years I was here…ahh, mems…]
It’s interesting for a variety of reasons…
- Enough years have passed, that I don’t know many of the students. Maybe that’s just an ego thing, but I miss knowing people who go here. The freshman who I was an RA for my senior year, they are the ones graduating…I have some really fond memories of the fun group of guys & girls I was in charge of that year, so it will be fun to see them graduate [ha! as soon as I wrote that, one of the girls walked in – I think I’m going out with some of them tonight to drink – that’s fun for an ex-RA to go drinking with his ex-residents…]
- I have mixed emotions about the school: I feel like I had a good education, made some really close friends, but…yah, it’s just a very conservative-evangelical school, which is a form or expression of Christianity I find myself continually moving away from…so it’s odd.
- It’s weird to go back to a place…walk around…feel like it was a long time ago, but also feel like it wasn’t all that long ago…I want to feel like I’ve changed so much since then, but…sometimes…I wonder…
- You know you’re at an odd place when the President walks into the HUB Student Center, sees me and says, "Heya Cleave! You must be blogging, huh?!"
- It’s odd to be back in the “Whitworth-world” – a world that is so different from the world I now inhabit (and I’m grateful for that)…to hear the "Whit-speak" and see all of these students loving it.
- It’s odd to see the guys on campus who I "know" are the Religion majors because they dress very laid-back/Northwest(y), with Rainbow sandals, facial hair, long hair, with shoulder-bag in tote, getting ready to toss the frisbee…it’s funny…how do I know this? Because I was one…
So it’s odd…but it’s part of my development…part of me…part of my past…
What do we do with the parts of our past we don’t really understand…or know what to do with?