Two years ago, I was sitting in room G-3 of the Electrical Engineering building. It was Thursday of dead week, and I was listening to senior design presentations. Some guy fainted while giving his. It was the most exciting thing to happen all semester in that class, but I wasn't paying attention. Once my class got out, I was planning on leaving Rolla for St. Charles, blowing off my marketing class tomorrow. The class had been a joke, and I had no qualms about making up an excuse to cover my absence. My first final wasn't until the middle of next week, so it was going to be a long weekend.
I'd need that break, because two years ago tonight, I did the most reckless thing I've ever done in my life, and I met the person who has irrevocably changed my life for the better.
Our wedding anniversary isn't for another couple of weeks, but I'll always have a special place in my heart for May 8th.