I was talking to my friend the other day about her past and mine. She called later to let me know about something freaky that happened to her. Like it was a message sent from somewhere. It reminded me of an experience that I had on my final day of college, and thought, “I need to write about that.” Then promptly forgot about it until I was listening (and re-listening and re-listening) to a song by Garrison Starr, one of my favorite musicians of the past year.
I completed my four year college career in a remarkable four year time frame. It really was a big deal compared to most of my peers. Out of the 15 students from our freshman class photography program, only three of us graduated on time, and we were all women (and rommates).
It was the last day of school, graduation day, I guess, and my Chevette was packed and ready to pull off campus. I started to coast down the two lane road as I pulled away from all the dorms rooms I lived in, friends I made and challenged I faced. I reached the beginning of the bridge that crosses the Potomac River into Maryland, the land from which I was transplanted from. I was leaving West Virginia to go home after four years of hard work. I looked up to catch one last glimpse of Shepherd College in my rearview mirror and at the same time I must have hit a bump on that span of bridge. At that moment the rearview mirror fell, in a very undignified way, from the window to the floor. I never did catch that last look…..and to this day I remember that you can’t look back.
Here is Garrison's song that helped me remember:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sTicnR-ybWo
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