Fan Mail

I have to share my first piece of psued0-fanmail. Surprise, surprise - it made me cry.


Hey, I read your nostalgic blog post about you moving on from Towson. I know some of how you feel, I know some of how you feel a bit more… lonely now. I’m not sure if that is the correct word for the emotion, but I know you feel like you’ve lost a home. Like a mature lion who’s been shoved from the Pride, perhaps? That’s how I felt.

Towson was, for me, the home in which my character wasn’t judged, but still pushed to transform, my soul always challenged but not never offended. I have had many talks with people who have gone to college, and I always said, “The most important things I learned from college, didn’t come from the class room.” They never understand what I mean, and that’s unfortunate. They assume it’s the organizing, the scheduling, or maybe they jovially laugh thinking it was the partying (which, yes, I did my share of). I sometimes delve further and discover they don’t understand what the true definition of my statement is. It’s taken me a while to figure out why, but it’s simply: I assume that their friends also became their family, that unexpected life-changing conversations always occurred, and experiences you cherish were rich and plenty. For many though, that never happened.


Towson was my home, my family, my sky that I could finally discover how far my wings spread. I am jealous of you, and all the experiences you’ve had since freshmen year at Towson. I wish I would have had more, that I would have entered as a freshmen, not a Junior, and lived just a few more years on that campus. Perhaps even, ACTUALLY living in a dormitory… not just homelessly wandering the corridors of one. If I hadn’t gone to community college first and met a tall blonde named Candice, who mistakenly got a dorm room in Richmond later, I would have never met any of my current friends. None of you were in my classes, like… at all.

I look back on how that little bond of friendship changed my life, of how I looked wearing a toga in the Richmond classroom, and realize how astonishingly lucky I am. I know you feel lucky, and although you feel the world calling your name, beckoning for you to come and find your place… you’ll always feel the pull of the place that you strived to change- and unexpectedly changed you.

-Marc

I really couldn't have said it better. Thanks, Marc.