The months of August and September are filled with back to school. My social media feeds are packed with “First day of school” pictures, teacher gifts, and posts about ridiculously long carpool lines.
As a homeschool mom, fall makes me want to buy school supplies and I keep hoping someone will send a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils (bonus points if you can tell me what movie that’s from).
I was homeschooled all the way from kindergarten through high school, so my first “real” day of school was my first day of college.
The college I attended is a small liberal arts college. It’s so small, in fact, that many people think it’s a private school, even though it’s a state university. It’s known for its beautiful campus with historic buildings, brick walkways, and green lawns. You can walk from one side of campus to the other in about ten minutes.
College was a wonderful experience for me, and I loved everything about it. I loved classes (most of the time), eating in the cafeteria, living in the dorm, playing intramural sports, and being involved on campus. I made wonderful friends during that time and we did everything together.
But there was one thing I didn’t have in college: a boyfriend.
My husband and I went to the same college. We spent four years on the same campus – and like I said, it was a small campus. I was in a sorority and he was in a fraternity and we knew all the same people. We attended many of the same events, and we each knew who the other was. But we never once had a conversation.
We were actually set up by my aunt after we both graduated. When we dated, then got engaged and married, our friends still couldn’t believe that we were together…since we had never once dated each other in college.
Still, we share our college experience and can talk about all the things we did, even though we weren’t actually together. And when we did date, we spent time walking around our old college campus, hand in hand, talking about the past and the future.
Maybe that’s why I love writing stories where characters fall in love in college.
My first series, Faith and Love, has three books that include college romance.
In Dream with Me, Peyton is in her freshman year of college and meets Spencer who is a year older than her. She’s struggling through the transition to college and is overwhelmed with her schedule as a university cheerleader. When she meets Spencer, she’s certain she’s a hot mess in comparison to this guy who’s got it all together.
Stay with Me is the story of Sam and Izzy who are struggling in their marriage. They were high school sweethearts who got engaged while in college. While they work through their problems after ten years of marriage, they’re reminded of when they fell in love and their years together in high school and college.
In Come with Me, Shep is a college senior. He’s got everything going for him: good grades, his position on the baseball team, and a strong faith. But he doesn’t have the one thing he’s always dreamed of: someone to spend his future with. When he meets Bailey he thinks he might have found the one, but God will have to convince him he’s ready for the responsibility that comes with it.
What was your school experience like? Do you have a college love story? Do you read college romance books?