Reunion

I wore my high school senior t-shirt today in a subtle nod to all of the graduates this year. The shirt is seven years old and it's already been three years since I've graduated from college. Last year was my two-year reunion for college, which probably sounds ridiculous to most people. The thing is, my college, Hollins University, is as special as they come.

Everyone thinks their school is special. But the thing is, Hollins really is. Each morning, you wake up to a hug from the mountains that make up Roanoke Valley. In the fall, you climb Tinker Mountain in a tutu to eat fried chicken and watch your classmates do skits at the top. You learn that "levavi oculos" means never having to go through anything alone. By the end of it all, you know that you are capable of so much more than your high-school-graduate self could have even dreamed.

I'm not on campus for the open reunion this year, but it's not about the place -- it's about the heart.