Going back to college: it's not what it sounds like

by Daisy

I am going back to college.

No, I have my degrees, undergrad and Masters, and I'm not that much of a glutton for punishment to pursue a Ph.D. This weekend I'm judging a state-level music festival that takes place at La Petite's University, and I'm going to save my lodging allowance by staying with her. Yes, in a college apartment.

This is the place with the two-tone toilet and four-color bathroom.

The apartment with cupboards too high for either girl to reach.

The place with updated bulbs that don't quite fit in the light fixtures that are tastefully decorated with mallard ducks.

In other words, it's perfect for these college girls. But for a professional, a musician, a festival adjudicator?

I can take it as long as there's coffee. The festival headquarters is located  in the Fine Arts Center, directly across the street from her apartment, so close that I can walk there in the morning. And to add to my credentials, or at least my "street cred", two years ago on State Festival weekend I stayed overnight in her dorm room!