I'll be honest--I really wasn't looking forward to the start of classes this fall. (I'm talking ren-away-to-clown-college-or-just-go-work-retail-not-looking-forward-to-it.) I feel like I've gotten too much writing done in the last two weeks to be bothered by teaching again.
J's excitement about the prospect of starting the semester has irritated me this last week. ok. irritated is a bit of an understatement, but I did manage to not throw a show at him.
But then I came to campus today and everything seems all a-buzz. I like watching the new people figure things out--like how not to get Schwinned in the bike lane and how to get out of the back doors of the bus. It makes me feel like an old pro, like I belong here.
Classes don't start until tomorrow, and today the campus has a festival-like atmosphere. Our main lawn area is filled with booths and bands and students all trying to angle for the newbies. "Come," they call. "Be one of us."
But it's kind of fun to watch.