More than a folder

It was any other high school day. I walked into my first class of the morning. The first bell rang at 7:24. Not 7:25. 7:24 in the morning. On this particular day, my Sociology teacher, Mr Chapman called me to his paper-covered desk. I was one of "those kids" in high school. So maybe my whole life flashed before my eyes. But as I stepped to the desk, Chappy handed me a folder. It was my red Indiana Wesleyan University folder from his class. I left it under my desk the day before.

Months later, Mr. Chapman was talking to me after one of the last classes of the year. One of my very last high school classes. Mr. Chapman asked where I would be going to school the the next fall. I proudly told him IWU.

"So it was more than a folder," Chappy said like only he could.

I laughed. Because that's all I could do. I had no idea what the next 12 months had in store for me, and just how attached to IWU I would become. I live here now. I'm not just an IWU student. I'm don't just work here. This is my home. But it's so much more than my home. So much more than a folder.