Memory Lane

For some reason today, I have been thinking a lot about how much I miss Moorpark College. The reason I had chosen Moorpark, rather than Ventura, was because you could see the beach from the Ventura College campus, and I knew that would be far too much temptation not to go to class. I knew this full well because I had taken a class or two at night at Ventura during high school. Needless to say my friends and I didn't finish one of those courses. :) So Moorpark (or Kraproom, as we lovingly called it on occasion) it was for me, and quite a few of my other friends.
I remember getting up, texting my friends, Mark, Greg, and Brett making sure they were up for class (usually, that was their wake-up call).
My first class was usually around 8 am. I loved the drive, to and from. I either got to drive through the country road through Somis, or through Santa Rosa or sometimes the freeway, depending on my mood.
Our lovely campus. Yeah, navigating this my first semester was not all that easy at first, but it was fun. Especially when you found yourself in the middle of the golf class...that had been a good laugh.

I remember walking under this bridge in the rain to get to my History class on the other side. The rainy season, or what us Californians call Winter,(haha) was my favorite. Everything was so green and fresh and it smelled divine.

I walked toward this building everyday after my English class, and also math, just behind it would be my Humanities class.

During the semesters I had there, I never would have guessed how fond I would become of this place. I have even taken Cody there, because it holds a lot of sentimental value for me.

It was there I took institute and met so many people, some of whom I am still friends with today. I found myself there. I learned about my passion for literature, writing, and how to mix that with music. I learned that I had loved History, but when taught by a former kindergarten teacher, it was probably the worst subject ever. I found how much I admire composers, philosophers, and people who aren't afraid to ask questions, and question the basis of opinion. I saw how funny it is when your math professor did the odd numbered equations because the answers were in the book, and still got the wrong answer. And he got the wrong answer pretty much every time he ran the formula backwards to check the answer. No wonder I didn't do very well...

Funny, fundamental, and fond memories.It was all pretty simple then, although I am sure there were times when I didn't think so. Sometimes I wish I could be right back there, doing it all over. But other times, I am glad it already happened, and I have moved on. GO RAIDERS!