Back in Whittier
This is my very last "beginning of the school year" at Whittier. It's always a bit odd -- there's a kind of a quiet around the campus, and because it's the end of summer everything's very warm and everyone's tired with moving their stuff in. It doesn't feel quite settled. It feels like all beginnings of school years -- there's the meetings, expected and not, with old friends, looking out for professors, seeing new people around, then wondering where the older people are and then teh shocked realization, We are the older people! We are the seniors! We are the bigshots on campus, the ones that everyone else looks up to!
I'm looking forward to this year, although I already miss my friend who won't be returning, and of course it won't be the same without the seniors and other upperclassmen. Tomorrow I'll go and look for my professors, past and present.
Today I didn't set out for school, with a car-full of stuff, until 12:30. I was waiting for the library to open, but more than that for a text message that would have told me that I had a book (Harry Potter's Bookshelf, by Dr. John Granger) waiting for me on the hold shelf. Well, it might be there or it might not be. But I wanted to be sure. I didn't want to give up on this book! And I just about had at 12:30, when I knew the library would be opening (I had expected the message an hour earlier) and it said that the book was ready and waiting for me!
So I told Dad, got my last stuff into the car, drove to the library, I snatched up the book and checked it out, and then we drove up to Whittier. I am quite pleased and plan on spending plenty of time reading it tonight.
The classes I'm most looking forward to are Writing Short Fiction and Sex and Gender in Anthropology. That last one is at 8 in teh morning, though. Ouch. I'll live, though. I'll live.
I'm looking forward to this year, although I already miss my friend who won't be returning, and of course it won't be the same without the seniors and other upperclassmen. Tomorrow I'll go and look for my professors, past and present.
Today I didn't set out for school, with a car-full of stuff, until 12:30. I was waiting for the library to open, but more than that for a text message that would have told me that I had a book (Harry Potter's Bookshelf, by Dr. John Granger) waiting for me on the hold shelf. Well, it might be there or it might not be. But I wanted to be sure. I didn't want to give up on this book! And I just about had at 12:30, when I knew the library would be opening (I had expected the message an hour earlier) and it said that the book was ready and waiting for me!
So I told Dad, got my last stuff into the car, drove to the library, I snatched up the book and checked it out, and then we drove up to Whittier. I am quite pleased and plan on spending plenty of time reading it tonight.
The classes I'm most looking forward to are Writing Short Fiction and Sex and Gender in Anthropology. That last one is at 8 in teh morning, though. Ouch. I'll live, though. I'll live.