Today was my first day back in university since fall of 2022. I’m 22 years old now, when I went before I had already taken a gap year fresh out of high school and felt way too old and “more mature” than my classmates. In my time away, that mindset has since changed and now I’ve returned with a better and more stable mindset… and so far I’m thinking things will go well! I’m taking classes I’m actually fucking interested in and excited about and that’s really important. Even if it’s for things that people wouldnt consider taking seriously. It’s serious to me! And I’m excited!
It was worth walking in the FRIGID cold today for this fresh start. (15°F plus windchill)
Even now as an old decrepit grad student and prof, the first day of school continues to fill me with wonder. What will my classes be like? Will I see anyone I know? I have a bag full of unused notebooks and pens. I somehow have not a care in the world and a feeling of dread. It’s lovely that some things stay exactly the same.
i havent been in school for ~4 yrs, but this time of year still fills me with that same kind of "back to school" anticipation.... bright days, cool breezes, scattering leaves.... "gee, i hope my crush is in my English class" ahh type feel....
