Reflections On The Red Cedar

It's Saturday afternoon on the campus of Michigan State University, a place I've been coming to ever since I can remeber. Both of my parents are graduates of this fine institution, and must have felt a certain obligation to themselves and their alma mater to lift my opinon of it as well. On this afternoon, I'm contemplating my choice of schools, and why I ended up at Aquinas instead here with my green and white brethren. I always thought growing up that I would attend MSU, but as the time to choose a school drew nearer, my mind began to change. Perhaps it was my desire to delineate from my parents respective paths through life, to be something different in a sense. But what is most on my mind today is the question of whether or not my choice of college will do that. Would things have been any different for me at a different school? A larger school? I'm not unsatisfied with my current situation and my current social relationships, but what would they have been like had I selected a different course fo action? That is what I'm mulling over this afternoon by the river, watching the current carry the water down an endless path toward an unforseen future.