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08.24.03 - 3:14 pm So it's my third day on the hill, and I still feel like I haven't seen or really talked to half of the people I've been close to the past two years. That's really quite alright, though, since I still have eight months of living left to do here. Yes, I looked forward to being back here, but even so, I'm still a little hestitant about everything. In general, the majority of the student body has a tendency to become tunnel-visioned, completely forgetting that life exists outside of the social circles here. I want to remember. To aid in that process, I'm even going to watch the news regularly. Change is difficult when falling into old habits or routines is still a possibility. More than anything I hope to forge some different paths this year. After spending a month at home around incredibly uplifing people, I don't think I'll be able to cope without a similar strong base. That is completely feesable and looks to be promising as long as familiarty doesn't keep us chained to our respective corners. Although I've met a small handful, I haven't been in the mood to go out of my way to greet new people. I expended all of that energy the first two years I was here, I think. Sure, as people cross my path I'll be the open, caring girl I tend to be, but until that happens, I'm quite content with a little bit of anonymity. I finally understand why some people acted the way they did when I was a freshman. Junior burn-out, perhaps. It's definately odd to be one of the older kids on campus... Hopefully the uncomfortability in that will fade quickly. Oh, and I miss home. Everything about it. Even the 40 hour weeks at work. Crazy, huh?
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