...if I had spent all of my time in Allen Hall, where advertising majors settle in and make their home over these four years, wearing out white board pens and staying up until the sun reappears to make the glare on the computer that tells them that it's time to go home.
What would have been if I hadn't have made my home away from home out on a turf field, breathing in the cold air, tracing every inch of the turf over the years getting to my drill dot and using up my breath on music and not my words.
What would have been if the little office on the opposite side of campus hadn't been my sanctuary because it wasn't what I wanted to do with my life. If I didn't spend countless hours wasting my time, sharing my thoughts, building a family in that tiny room. Sitting and talking to everyone that passed through, just to hear what news they had for the day before they headed to their next class. If I didn't have the place where a friend and I went when we had no where else to go and laid on the floor to get away from the stress to just stare at the walls. If it wasn't the place where tears have dried on my face and obnoxious laughter has welcomed pains in my cheeks.