All the lifelong friends and great memories at my SLAC in a picture perfect New England college town though I'm sure my recollections and memories of my college days have become more rose tinted over time. I went back to my alma mater when my DC was looking at colleges and the memories came flooding back. I even missed the smell of the place. The town looks pretty much the same though the names of many of the restaurants and stores have changed. The college has changed much in the last quarter century mostly for the better (facilities so much nicer as the endowment has skyrocketed and the makeup of the student body is much more diverse) but it is still very recognizable. My DC is his own person and will chart his own path through the college decision process, but for selfish reasons, I hope he gets accepted and chooses my alma mater following many of my classmates kids.

Books and DH. No bedtime or chores. Living in a city rather than a suburb. My own room from sophomore year on. Always something interesting to do.

Studying abroad and making lifelong friends who I really clicked with/related to while there.

Like another PP said, feeling liberated from home.

Nothing. I should have taken a gap year. I did everything wrong as I was way too young and immature to be away from home. I had a terrible college experience and I hope my kid's experience is different.

Meeting my dh.

Anonymous wrote:I remember walking on the quad during the fall of my first semester and getting goosebumps. I finally felt like I belonged somewhere.

And then I came to the realization that my parents had absolutely no idea where I was or what I was doing. It was the most liberated I had ever felt.

I think that's where they filmed, "GET IT ON!"

SO HOT!

I remember walking on the quad during the fall of my first semester and getting goosebumps. I finally felt like I belonged somewhere.

And then I came to the realization that my parents had absolutely no idea where I was or what I was doing. It was the most liberated I had ever felt.

Anonymous wrote:The slacker lifestyle!

Don't want to go to class? DON'T SHOW UP!

Nothing to do? GO GET BLASTED!!

Horney? GO FIND SOME DRUNK CHICS!!

Stressed out from clueless liberal professors that get off on trying to brainwash impressionable kids? GO TO THE GYM A COUPLE TIMES A DAY CUZ YOU HAVE NOTHING ELSE TO DO!

You sound like a real gem.

Everything.
I loved classes, I loved living with my roommates, I loved meeting new people all the time. My college town was storybook classic New England. You're in your own little world and it feels magical.

The slacker lifestyle!

Don't want to go to class? DON'T SHOW UP!

Nothing to do? GO GET BLASTED!!

Horney? GO FIND SOME DRUNK CHICS!!

Stressed out from clueless liberal professors that get off on trying to brainwash impressionable kids? GO TO THE GYM A COUPLE TIMES A DAY CUZ YOU HAVE NOTHING ELSE TO DO!

The people. I went to a midwestern SLAC and I'm still in awe of my friends, random classmates, and professors. They are much more intellectual, kind, and interesting then the general population I met after I left.

All of the freedom and none of the responsibility.

My friends and living in a beautiful, peaceful place that I miss dearly (New England SLAC).

The fact I didn't have to go to classes followed by meeting my DW.

I loved some of the obscure lectures I attended in my first term (all were obligatory) that I'd never have thought to attend otherwise. Lectures on semiotics or 20th century US literature.

I also loved that I was able to have a single room the entire time. Not always the largest or most quiet room, but always private.