Fall & Spring Semesters
I used to duck into the computer lab to check my email.
Any computer lab would do.
The library, the dorm, that one in the Classroom Building Complex where the A/C was always on too high for my thin skin.
Email was new then.
It didn’t come in as frequently.
It was usually from my parents or brothers or my friends at other colleges who were just learning what email was.
First initial. Last Name. At. University dot E.D.U.
My inbox was often empty.
No new messages.
I checked too frequently, never giving it a chance to fill up, never giving my family and friends a chance to think about me.
I was so often disappointed.
So often alone.
So I would walk to the dorm mail room and check for a letter because letters were still the main form of written communication over distances then.
Just a credit card bill for a credit card I shouldn’t have signed up for.
If I was lucky.
And no new messages on my answering machine.
Back to the computer lab. I