I was trying to remember the name of someone I went to college with, so I went and pulled out my journals I kept in college.
It's interesting because every entry ended with my signature and the time that I finished writing. Most of the times were late, often around 11:30 at night. It was so amusing to read those entries, especially the ones that I wrote really late, because they are often full of funny sleepy writings. I would randomly capitalize letters or I would substitute words, instead of saying, "I had a lot of work," I would write, "I had a lot of world." Writing in your sleep can be very funny. One entry had some random sentence about cranberry sauce. I later wrote that I had been dreaming about a guy offering me some cranberry sauce. Let me tell you, it takes talent to write in your sleep!
Every Sunday's entry mentioned if I watched SeaQuest or not. It came on Sunday evenings and I loved watching it.
I wish I had written the last names of more people. I wrote about Stephen who did this, and Holly who did that, and how I saw Sean and Kristy on campus. Now I'm reading these again and wondering who are these people? Still, I'm grateful that I wrote what I did down. It's been fun to go back and read about my college years. They were so very, very different from my life now.
One thing I did write down were the names of some of the music we played in band. This is great! I looked up these songs on YouTube! There are videos of bands performing these concert songs, so right now, while I'm typing, I'm listening to a recording of a concert band performing "Scenes From the Louvre, Movement 3." The music is familiar. It's been so very long since I played in the band. I miss playing my bassoon! YouTube is great!
I'm so thankful for those late night journal writings. It's a time in my life that I loved, but as the years go by, those memories become more vague. I'll always remember my time in college and I'll always remember certain parts of it, but it's those details that are so easily forgotten that I'm grateful for my journals. The heartaches and celebrations of everyday college life. What fun it was!