Sweet Home Alabama

Last week, the roomie and I returned to our alma mater as invited panelists for a discussion on grad school.  Of course, I also took the opportunity to meet up with my best friends and commence our usual shenanigans — we saw Annabelle in D-Box motion seats at our awesome local theater.

Pictured: shenanigans

Pictured: shenanigans

I was really excited to be going home for the first time since moving to Indiana, and on the way down, Danielle told me it would be different, that this homecoming would feel like no other.  As it is the only one I have yet to experience, I can’t say for sure that she was right about future trips down South, but I do know this trip could be summed up in one word: Surreal.

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It felt like the last two months hadn’t happened, yet it also seemed like it had been forever since I’d been home — both at the same time.  I fell right back into step, yet felt a tightness in my chest while doing so.

Especially when I visited my second home, Farrah Hall.  Farrah houses the criminal justice department on the fourth floor, and during my first semester of grad school, before I transferred to Purdue, I lived in Farrah.  No, really.  I spent more time there than I did at home.  So walking up to the back of the building, riding the rickety elevator to the fourth floor, and meeting a friend in the ever-stifling copy room was like settling in with a well-worn book and frayed blanket — thrillingly comfortable.

And the talk with the undergrads went very well.  The panel consisted of Danielle and myself, both of us cyberforensics grad students at Purdue, a law student, a CJ grad applying for sociology PhD programs, and a psychology PhD student.  Between the five of us, I believe we offered some good information about grad school — the process of applying, what it’s like, what to expect.  Either that, or we scared off anyone who had been considering applying…

Eh.  Either way, I got to see my friends, visit my home(s), and most importantly, have Taco Casa.

Quintessential Tuscaloosa.

Quintessential Tuscaloosa.

All in all, I call that an excellent trip.

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4 thoughts on “Sweet Home Alabama

  1. Ah, that feeling of the distantly familiar, or the familiarly distant. What a weird and wonderful feeling.

    “The panel consisted of Danielle and myself, both of us cyberforensics grad students at Purdue, a law student, a CJ grad applying for sociology PhD programs, and a psychology PhD student.” Sounds like a Criminal Minds or CSI team in the making! Sorry, I’m sure everyone in your field and the related fields hates that comparison…

    Thanks for sharing! 🙂

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    • I don’t mind the comparison. Usually that’s the only way I can explain to people what my area of research is — I have to compare it to what they’ve seen on TV. lol. By the way, I love the “distantly familiar or familiarly distant” turn of phrase you used. 🙂

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