College Thankful

Welcome to Thankful Tuesday on a Thursday. I hope that’s not terribly confusing.

The boys and I get our "guns up" at my Homecoming game. (Yes, those are streamers around August's and my heads.)

I spent the weekend at my college’s Homecoming for my ten-year reunion. Now, let me explain something to you. I did not go to a school known for its academic rigor, though I learned plenty. I didn’t go to a school that anyone has ever heard of, even in Texas, and especially not in the parts of the country I’ve been living in for the past decade.

But I went to the perfect school, the place where I was most able to be myself, where I was most loved and embraced and challenged to think and create. I went to a college that was kind and silly and small and full of music.

I could write something long about the ways that being in a Southern Baptist university brought me to a point of frustration and doubt and discouragement at the state of Christianity in our culture. But I can just as quick recount the rich kindness of my professors, the sweetness of the culture of the students, the safety I felt in that place.

I’ve taken Chris (Mr. Ivy League) to my campus before, but both times it was during the winter break, no students around, buildings locked. This past weekend I was thrilled at what he was going to see: my dearest college friends gathered in one room, my chance to serve as co-emcee for our reunion dinner. My emcee partner, Lex, and I were passionate (and ridiculous) karaokers in our former collegiate life so we made great plans to perform “Reunited” to kick off the class dinner. My husband was more than concerned. Every time I talked about it, he said, “I’m just not sure that’s a good idea,” while his eyes took on the look he saves for wanting to protect me from life’s scariest people. He just knew that when we sang our former classmates would stare back quietly in disgust and horror.

He had no idea that my college experience was a lot more like youth group than like college. His concern was brought up many times and I did my best to alleviate his fears. But I still saw it in his eyes Saturday night…until Lex and I began to sing “Reunited and it feels so good!” There’s something about that place that allows for silliness. It was a wonderful night and my husband was all kinds of relieved.

So, here’s my list. Homecoming weekend thankful:

  • That I now live four hours from where I went to school so I was actually able to be part of my ten-year reunion (which would never have happened otherwise). That Chris got to experience what I’ve been trying to tell him all these years.
  • Staying up until 2 am (what?!) with old friends just talking Friday night. We were so proud of ourselves for our late night craziness.
  • How proud I felt of my friends introducing themselves at our sorority breakfast. This is a little silly but I just about burst every time my college roomies Jamie and Melissa introduce themselves as an attorney and pediatrician. They worked so hard for those titles.
  • The most significant teacher in all my life was my creative writing professor in college. Uniquely goofy (he did a puppet show with socks in my American Lit Survey sophomore year), his shoulders shake up and down when he laughs. He challenged all my thinking about poetry when I was an earnest twenty year old and he never fails to write me back the moment he gets an email from me. I got my graduate degree because of him. I learned to write poems because of him. I hate to use “and” after two commas because of him. And I have the warmest of hearts for him. He and his wife came up to campus Saturday morning just spend time with my family and me. So grateful.
  • Since we moved to Austin, August has become best buds with Jamie’s (see: attorney, above) little boy, Cameron. They have the same sort of quirks for unusual information, they talk a lot, and they have that sort of little buddy connection that I’ve only seen August have once before with his friend Alton in San Francisco. Saturday morning at the homecoming “Kids Posse Corral” (we’re the “Cowboys”), my son got to ride a horse, pet a pony, and slide down a blow up slide with Cameron. It was awesome.
  • Friends so dear that my heart aches when I’m with them because I want more of them in my life.
  • My amazing parents who drove four hours to Abilene to watch our kids Saturday night and then drove the boys and me to their house for a week of Halloween fun with cousins.
  • Getting to experience all my school traditions with my husband by my side. He watched a football game, sat through three hours of All School SING! with me, sang the school song with his hand in the shape of a gun, and videoed me singing outside with my sorority. It was sweet. Then we held hands and I walked him through all of campus, showing him where all the important conversations with boys happened, where I threw candy from my dorm window at smooching couples, and where I spent Senior year eating a burger every day for lunch (seriously). I’m thankful.

  • http://lexrob.com Lex

    I try to tell people about how our dances used to be called “foot functions,” and they usually react with some kind of flinch at the perceived rigid fundamentalism, and miss the goofy beauty of the phrase “foot function,” and the graceful cleverness with which it skirted around controversy. When I tell people about “foot functions,” I’m bragging.

    And, I swear, when the Cowboy Band is at their zaniest, I get close to almost a little misty-eyed.

  • http://lexrob.com Lex

    I try to tell people about how our dances used to be called “foot functions,” and they usually react with some kind of flinch at the perceived rigid fundamentalism, and miss the goofy beauty of the phrase “foot function,” and the graceful cleverness with which it skirted around controversy. When I tell people about “foot functions,” I’m bragging.

    And, I swear, when the Cowboy Band is at their zaniest, I get close to almost a little misty-eyed.

  • http://mommymonk.wordpress.com Micha Boyett Hohorst

    I hear you, buddy. That Cowboy Band just about broke my little sentimental heart.

  • http://mommymonk.wordpress.com Micha Boyett Hohorst

    I hear you, buddy. That Cowboy Band just about broke my little sentimental heart.

  • http://www.atimetodance-amanda.blogspot.com Amanda

    Yes and yes to all of the above! I love that we went to a place that changed me in serious ways but had enough silliness to teach me those things in gentle ways. And, even though I acquired some serious debt and there was a lot of, “this is not the real life of a follower of Jesus” to work through, as I talked to a senior in high school last year contemplating college, I found myself telling her it was all worth it. To be in a place where she is loved well, and challenged to think of Christ at every turn is a gift that continues to impact me.

    SO glad you got to go! And now…I think I will go put a little “Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy” on the record player and kick up my heels.

    p.s. so wished I could’ve seen you and Lex’s rendition of “Reunited” Funny…when you mentioned it I thought nothing except…”oh my word…that had to go over like gangbusters!”

  • http://www.atimetodance-amanda.blogspot.com Amanda

    Yes and yes to all of the above! I love that we went to a place that changed me in serious ways but had enough silliness to teach me those things in gentle ways. And, even though I acquired some serious debt and there was a lot of, “this is not the real life of a follower of Jesus” to work through, as I talked to a senior in high school last year contemplating college, I found myself telling her it was all worth it. To be in a place where she is loved well, and challenged to think of Christ at every turn is a gift that continues to impact me.

    SO glad you got to go! And now…I think I will go put a little “Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy” on the record player and kick up my heels.

    p.s. so wished I could’ve seen you and Lex’s rendition of “Reunited” Funny…when you mentioned it I thought nothing except…”oh my word…that had to go over like gangbusters!”

  • Alida

    Reading things like this is why I love HSU. My heart aches to go back and see all the folks I met, know, and love. Even though I’m a very different person now than I was back then, those formative years are a part of me. Thanks for allowing me to experience a bit of your Homecoming weekend!

  • Alida

    Reading things like this is why I love HSU. My heart aches to go back and see all the folks I met, know, and love. Even though I’m a very different person now than I was back then, those formative years are a part of me. Thanks for allowing me to experience a bit of your Homecoming weekend!

  • http://gravatar.com/livingpalm Tamara @ this sacramental life

    This post makes me so HAPPY! The only thing that would have made me HAPPIER is if you’d included the video Chris took. C’mon, no fair teasing us!

    • http://mommymonk.wordpress.com Micha Boyett Hohorst

      Haha! No comment.

  • http://gravatar.com/livingpalm Tamara @ this sacramental life

    This post makes me so HAPPY! The only thing that would have made me HAPPIER is if you’d included the video Chris took. C’mon, no fair teasing us!

    • http://mommymonk.wordpress.com Micha Boyett Hohorst

      Haha! No comment.

  • http://lyndseygvora.blogspot.com Lyndsey

    “I hate to use “and” after two commas because of him.”

    What is this rule?

    • http://mommymonk.wordpress.com Micha Boyett Hohorst

      Lyndsey, if it was a rule, it’d be a terrible one! No, it’s just a thing I do in poems that tends to show up in other things I write. It probably really annoys people who like grammar. :)

  • http://lyndseygvora.blogspot.com Lyndsey

    “I hate to use “and” after two commas because of him.”

    What is this rule?

    • http://mommymonk.wordpress.com Micha Boyett Hohorst

      Lyndsey, if it was a rule, it’d be a terrible one! No, it’s just a thing I do in poems that tends to show up in other things I write. It probably really annoys people who like grammar. :)

  • Holly Haydin

    I so wish I could have gone. Couldn’t take the time off work. I miss school sometimes. It was simple, safe, and almost comforting in a way. My reunion is next year and I can’t wait. We’ll have to get together sometime, I would love to see you. I’ll have to take a trip to Austin one weekend.

  • Holly Haydin

    I so wish I could have gone. Couldn’t take the time off work. I miss school sometimes. It was simple, safe, and almost comforting in a way. My reunion is next year and I can’t wait. We’ll have to get together sometime, I would love to see you. I’ll have to take a trip to Austin one weekend.


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