Of Ghosts
Some days, especially at the beginning of the term, campus is full of ghosts. People you half recognize from freshman year (did I have a class with her or did she live in my dorm?), or who you met once and talked to long enough to remember a face but no name. It's always disconcerting when the ghosts remember you - especially if you don't remember them at all - and a little weird when they don't seem to recognize you at all. More often then not, they glance back at you with the same vague look you're sending them and you realize that, to them, you're a ghost too.