Harking the sound on a Thursday night…

And so it begins…

I’m in the B School, armed with caffeine, disgusting snacks out of a machine, my trusty (new) computer and a semester’s worth of reading ahead. School is OFFICIALLY back in. I gave up on my whole “no caffeine” thing today as I was falling asleep in class. It lasted for over a year for the most part, so I guess you can say mission accomplished. It’s still one of my worst enemies, but it’s definitely going to be one of my best friends again.

I guess I started studying down here sophomore year with Taylor and Megan. Living in Hinton James and being a regular Arts and Sciences student, I had never had the pleasure of being inside the B School. It’s pretty much my favorite studying spot, along with the UL. I prefer the UL during the day and the Business School at night. My third favorite study part is seriously late night Union studying with Alpine. Amazingness.

I suppose I feel sort of old now that most of the people I hung out with and studied with during college have since long graduated, but there’s a consistency to knowing that nothing has really changed here. Same old business school (with minor improvements on the first floor), same old classes, same old studying… and me feeling as if I’m seriously behind. Have no fear, I’ll probably be up all night long, no thanks to my surfing facebook and typing this up. At least I don’t have AIM or google chat to distract me anymore. AIM disappeared my junior year of college, about three years ago, and most of the people I google chat with have what I’ll call real lives and real jobs now. So they’re probably enjoying a drink, dinner, a movie, maybe two or all three, and having a blast with their college diploma. I, on the other hand, decided to join the “real world” two years ago when I wanted to take time off, and now I must drudge my way through my last year of undergrad.

I promise I’m happy about it, despite what I just wrote above. I love Carolina. I always will. Yet, it’s not even about where I am – maybe partly because it’s familiar and I have many memories tied to almost everywhere on campus. It’s about feeling as if I’m enriching my mind once again. During my time off, I’m not sure I did anything that required me to think analytically. I’m probably dusting the cob webs off my brain as we speak.

Different people, same place, same order of things. Most of my friends who have graduated remind me every so often how much they’d like to be back here. I’d love to tell them that not having to study is more fun than what I’m doing here on a Thursday night, but truthfully, it’s pretty amazing to be back for one last hurrah.