Home at last!
Back where I belong...briefly.
The first term at MIT has been a strange, hectic, surreal experience that almost seems like it belongs in another universe. I can never decide whether things feel as if they happened last week or last year - I feel at once like an old hand and like I'm still completely out of my depth.
I wish I could put the whole experience in words, but I don't think there's enough space or time. In short, physics is damn hard but damn interesting, my dorm is awesome, life is never ever boring and to be honest I think of the underage-for-drink thing as being a benefit. Time is a precious commodity, and there are far better things to do with it than get shitfaced.
Now I'm back, I'm even more relieved to see Glasgow than I thought I'd be. I thought the common going-away-to-college attitude was generally 'Yes!! Freedom!!', but for some reason I don't feel that way. As amazing a place as MIT is, I still feel more at home here in the Old Country than I think I'll ever be anywhere else. Reality is very firmly here - this place with familiar voices, and irony, and nice-tasting bacon. And unlike many other returning students, I really like being back with my family. They're pretty awesome.
Ditto my old friends. To paraphrase one of them - I've made plenty of new friends in college, but few of them know me well enough to spring sexual lubricant anecdotes on me at a moment's notice. To be fair, I do that to them anyway, but it feels nice to recieve as well as give sometimes.
The best thing about being home, though? That at this time of night, after wasting some quality time on the intertubes, I can go curl up in my bed with a good book and a nice spot of tea in my Sex Pistols mug (ah, the irony), and not worry about that pset I have to finish for tomorrow or the class I have at 9am...
...Yes. It's good to be home.
The first term at MIT has been a strange, hectic, surreal experience that almost seems like it belongs in another universe. I can never decide whether things feel as if they happened last week or last year - I feel at once like an old hand and like I'm still completely out of my depth.
I wish I could put the whole experience in words, but I don't think there's enough space or time. In short, physics is damn hard but damn interesting, my dorm is awesome, life is never ever boring and to be honest I think of the underage-for-drink thing as being a benefit. Time is a precious commodity, and there are far better things to do with it than get shitfaced.
Now I'm back, I'm even more relieved to see Glasgow than I thought I'd be. I thought the common going-away-to-college attitude was generally 'Yes!! Freedom!!', but for some reason I don't feel that way. As amazing a place as MIT is, I still feel more at home here in the Old Country than I think I'll ever be anywhere else. Reality is very firmly here - this place with familiar voices, and irony, and nice-tasting bacon. And unlike many other returning students, I really like being back with my family. They're pretty awesome.
Ditto my old friends. To paraphrase one of them - I've made plenty of new friends in college, but few of them know me well enough to spring sexual lubricant anecdotes on me at a moment's notice. To be fair, I do that to them anyway, but it feels nice to recieve as well as give sometimes.
The best thing about being home, though? That at this time of night, after wasting some quality time on the intertubes, I can go curl up in my bed with a good book and a nice spot of tea in my Sex Pistols mug (ah, the irony), and not worry about that pset I have to finish for tomorrow or the class I have at 9am...
...Yes. It's good to be home.