This past weekend was “Reunion Weekend” for my college alma mater (The University of Chicago).  It’s been too hectic lately, so I elected not to go even though this was my 15 year reunion.

I think maybe I’m also a little freaked out that it’s already been 15 years since I graduated from college.  It’s gone by seemingly so fast, and I think about what it means for another 15 years to go by as fast – or faster – than this past 15 years has gone.  In another 15 years, my son will likely be finishing his first year of college.  I shudder to even think about it.  It’s been so fast since the days I was always carrying him around to think about him being in college.

In 15 years my little girl will be nearing the end of high school.  I don’t even want to think of the implications of that.  Where will they go to college?  What will they study?  What will they have learned from us?  Ack!

Of course, since this year is my 15 year college reunion, that means next year is my 20th high school reunion.  I shudder to think about it.  I went to my 10 year.  I don’t know if I’ll make it back for the 20th.  We’ll see….