I beg to differ. I was a little uneasy upon my return to campus, but I couldn't put my finger on it. The very next week, another game in Little Rock. Another in October. Considering I was from Pine Bluff, that speaks volumes.
Most freshmen probably feel similarly.
Who knows, but looking back, I think so. The reason is because during the second semester, my first return home was spring break, eight weeks later. Suddenly, a place I hated, a place I wanted to leave, was a campus I loved. I was doing things with my living group, meeting new friends, not going home because there was a game in Little Rock. But the football program long since quit being about the students.