Dragonflies zipped and zoomed
across the lawn momentarily halting their race to hover. What are dragonflies doing when they hover?
Are they feeding? Stopping to chat? Surveying the next racing circuit? Whatever
they were doing, for me they were like friendly, frantic sentries welcoming me
to campus, my campus. My new campus.
I am a college student again. A college coed? There really should be a word
for a coed over 50. And where did that
term come from anyway? Was it for a female student once universities were
integrated and allowed women? What were
male students? Boy-eds? How about an experienced coed….perhaps not the
connotations I’m looking for. Perhaps, a seasoned coed…good for someone going
back to culinary school maybe Ok…how
about just plain student. A student of
learning. A student of life returning to an institution of learning.
I got a rush handling my new
Student ID. The last time I had one
would have been in March 1980 when I was graduating from UCI’s School of
Adminstration, 32 years ago? It’s just a
piece of laminated plastic with my smiling happy face. But it represents a whole new phase of life,
a course adjustment, a future. Funny how
such a small, humble thing can represent something so important.
Dragonflies are symbols of good
luck and good fortune some say. So I
take it to be auspicious that I walked into my orientation under a canopy of
lacy wings. Dragonflies are insects of such grace and beauty in motion but with
great power and precision. On close
inspection they are a mixture of beautiful wings and somewhat homely faces who delight in the air and repose in the
sun. My new totem for my new life.
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