How To Disappear Completely

Dutch Are People, Too

I missed my Dutch Reformed church over the summer. I missed the tall blondes who dwarf me even when I am wearing heels. I missed the Dutch peppermints (but not the occasional licorice) passed around during the sermon. I missed the apple farmers. I missed the soup and buns with Dutch cheese served as college student lunches. I missed being the "diversity" student....

I have decided that being a returning student is the way to go. You already know your way around the city. You know which profs to talk to. You understand the system. You already have a church with people who know your name and are glad to see you back.

Yes, I think I'll be a returning student for the rest of my life.