On the first day of school, after our professor introduced himself to our chemistry class he challenged us to get to know someone new. I stood up to look around when a gentle hand touched my shoulder. I turned around to find a wrinkled, little old lady smiling at me. She said, “Hi, Handsome, my name is Rose. I’m 87 years old. Can I give you a hug?” I laughed and enthusiastically responded, “Of course you may!” Then she gave me a big hug. “Why are you in college at such a young, innocent age?” I asked. She jokingly replied, “I’m here to meet a rich husband, get married, have a couple of children, and then retire and travel.” “No, seriously?” I asked. I was curious what may have motivated her to be taking on this challenge at her age. “I always dreamed of having a college education and now I’m getting one!” she told me. After class we walked to the students’ union building and shared a chocolate milkshake. We became instant friends. Every day for the next three months, we would leave class together and talk about everything under the sun. I was always fascinated while listening to her as she shared her wisdom and experience with me; it was like being in a time machine.