I was really excited this morning. I surfed the web for images and maps of campus. I gave Beth ten answers for every question she asked. Maybe one in ten were pertinent to the question. I found a picture of a room from the dorm she’ll be staying in at UF. Countless pictures of my dorm came to mind. There was so much excitement and nostalgia floating around it’s hard to imagine a better…
My daughter has been been accepted by the University of Florida.
I am bursting with pride. As Yoda might say, “A proud father I am.”
I admit it’s a touch misleading though. Beth is just finishing ninth grade. She is not graduating early and she is not enrolling with the freshman class at UF next fall. She will be dual-enrolled in college courses next year, but they won’t be at…
I’m in trouble.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s always great to be a Florida Gator, but I’m not sure my fragile nerves can take another deep run in The Show. Tell me, how many sleep specialists do you suppose recommend staying up past your bedtime with a sleep disorder?
Ha-yeah?!?
How many of those fine specimens of medical know-how would recommend engaging in stressful…
People romanticize snippets of the past and I’m no different. If you listen to me talk about my UF years, you’d think:
1. I got straight As.*
2. I spent four years in Gainesville with Cheryl, a time overflowing with love, joy, learning, and fulfillment.
3. Ambrosia came with every meal. They only had enough to serve it as a side though.**
4. Classmates followed me on campus, collecting…
You’ve heard me talk, countless times, about the posts in my growing pending pile. Many have never escaped. In fact, it takes a pretty strong post to dig itself free and find you here. Now imagine what I don’t post.
Well, as chance would have it I’ve been working on a post about nostalgia and the years I spent at UF.
Today, I received a Facebook friend request from an actual…
A Gator’s perspective.
“Who cares about college football?”, you may be asking yourself. Well I’m glad you asked.
Imagine college football gameday. Its an image that comes easily to me. You are in a relatively small college town that seems to double in population six weekends every fall. On Friday, the school campus begins to resemble a K.O.A. Alumni and students gather to discuss past…