I live in a college town and I think it is aging me.  Being an actual home owner in a college town is very different.  This experience is a first time deal for me.  I have basically lived in this town for eight years, give or take the few years I was in The City.  And even though I have worked in this college town almost a year, things are different now that I live here.  Like really live here.  I am registered to vote and everything.

Move in day at the dorms.  Hello, mad house!  I moved into the dorms early when I was a freshman so my experience was only about a quarter of the mad house.  Plus, when you are in the midst of chaos, it doesn’t seem so crazy.  When you are a college employee trying to get to work or run out to grab lunch or leave to go pick up your husband, it is crazy!  These students and their parents have no manners.  I swear I was almost run over and rear ended.  (Different times, not all at once.)

And now that school has officially started, the chaos continues.  New students everywhere.  Lost and confused students everywhere.  Maniac driving students who must be running late to class because why else would they feel the need to drive that out of control, everywhere.

Everyone who lives in this town is just use to it.  They are prepared for the town population to double every fall and then toward the end of October, everything goes back to normal.  Students drop out, find their way or just quit caring about being on time.  (Or don’t bother showing up at all, not that I would know anything about that.  I was a stellar student.)

So here is to living in a college town.  And here is to me sounding like local complaining about all the students.  And here is to staying at home all day Saturday because, HELLO, football season.  Don’t even get me started about that one.

Now where is my cane and plastic lawn chair so I can sit in the front yard and yell at kids walking on my grass?