A New Semester

Ah, Two weeks off.

It's been a quiet two weeks, with only minor events happening. It was good just being able to sleep and not worry about assignments or meetings or class or work. Just sitting in my chair, in a minor coma, quietly reading or watching hulu.

But now it's back to work.

Back to school, to assignments, to meetings, to work. It's not all bad, it is just the end to relaxation. Back to being swamped by papers, or worrying about the future. It is a return for writing both for class and on my own. It is a return to life.

The campus is overwhelmed by students and cars, not a parking spot to be found. People bustle about, running to class and trying to get back to their normal schedules after summer break. The bands in the square try to entertain when no one wants to listen, they run to class, annoyed at the wailing speakers and campus guides. "Do you want a credit card?" "How about signing up to help our athletic program?" " Free Food!"...well, the last one isn't so bad, but still. I've never been a fan of the first few weeks of school, as everyone is trying to normalize their lives, and the constant attempts by the school to be hip does not work. If they did these events throughout the year, maybe it would be different, but these things only appear twice a year, at the beginning of each semester. Eventually life will return to normal, but for now, the falsely overburdened campus will continue its dance through the weeks ahead.