In season
There are children ("Little people," as my matrix algebra professor would put it) and their parents invading my campus for college decisions. I tried to sit at the campo for a little while, but a herd of middle-aged women walked by while I was half asleep, driving me to take shelter in the University Center. I used to be mildly afraid of white middle-aged women when I was very young-no joke-so it wasn't the best flashback to have in the middle of the day.
I don't understand why we can't spend the rest of our lives in college, without silly distractions like extended summer vacation. The daily grind is getting tough (okay, so it's actually been tough all semester, with one or two exceptional weeks) but I know I'll miss it as soon as it's gone.
Declaration: !Lent is a lifestyle, not a holiday.
eta: I retract any implicit bitterness underlying my description of little visiting high school children. Amy Zimmermann somehow found me in the UC and recognized me as an RM student, so I showed her around. It was pretty amazing to reminisce.
I don't understand why we can't spend the rest of our lives in college, without silly distractions like extended summer vacation. The daily grind is getting tough (okay, so it's actually been tough all semester, with one or two exceptional weeks) but I know I'll miss it as soon as it's gone.
Declaration: !Lent is a lifestyle, not a holiday.
eta: I retract any implicit bitterness underlying my description of little visiting high school children. Amy Zimmermann somehow found me in the UC and recognized me as an RM student, so I showed her around. It was pretty amazing to reminisce.