So, here I am, back at school, at the start of my second semester. I feel good, I feel happy to be back, and I feel quite refreshed after seeing my family over break. However, there is one more feeling that I have yet to mention that I am experiencing.
Utter bamboozlement.
As ridiculous as it sounds, the complete change in schedule is throwing me for a bit of a loop. I keep expecting to wake up on Wednesday and hustle over to Composition and Critical Thinking, but no, now I get to enjoy breakfast before scurrying over to Language Skills for Writers. It is mind-blowing. Sure, in high school my schedule changed, but it seemed different. I actually saw my old teachers on a fairly regular basis despite not actually having them for class. This is not the case anymore, in fact, seeing last semester’s professors is a novel experience.
It’s really weird. I’m not sure I like it.
I suppose I just expected to see them roaming campus a little bit more. Sure, they have class and office hours and all, but I never thought they’d be as reclusive as I usually am. I like to describe my appearances in public as occasions: not all too frequent. Apparently college professors are the same way.
Fortunately, I’m not as disoriented as I was initially, so I suppose I’m adapting to the new and different lifestyle that I now presume each semester will bring in the future. Thank God for that.
At least the amount of fun I’m having hasn’t changed. I still have great friends, interesting classes, and a greater feeling of contentment than of discomfort. What else could I ask for?