You have to understand that I graduated from very small schools. My college bears a name that is almost unpronounceable to anyone who lives outside the state. But up there, to see a sweatshirt with my alma mater emblazoned across the front is a semi regular occurrence. Somebody or their mother knows somebody else who went there. Or so they think.
Everywhere else- it's got to be a microscopic fraction of a percentage point to see a similarly designed sweatshirt in this state. I mean sure, me and my great aunt and uncle went there and they live not too far away. But that sight is a long way from home.
On Monday, I was sitting in class, and I gazed across the room to see a student I'd not seen in previous weeks. And what was he wearing but a big college lettered sweatshirt with a familiar mash of syllables. I did a double take. My first thought- oh I haven't seen that design. Followed by- wait a second, you don't live there anymore. Turns out, new guy also shares my alma mater and graduated only a few months before I arrived on campus. We know similar people, we've walked the same halls, and the likelihood of 2 people in a 12 person class at a mega university sharing a minuscule alma mater 30 hours away is almost nothing.
And yet, Walt Disney's famous tea cup theme song plays sheepishly in the corner:
It's a small world after all.
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