So, it turns out that that whoosh sound that I have been hearing since September was the sound of the semester ending. Go figure, I thought it was someone on my floor snoring. This semester has passed on! It is no more! It has ceased to be! It is of interest only to historians! It is an ex-semester! (My apologies to John Cleese).
Winter break is kind of a cruel joke. Just when I had finally acclimated myself to life in New Brunswick, I have been sent back to the comparatively small South Jersey town in which I grew up. It is a weird sort of reverse culture shock, finding one’s way through one’s previous life after an extended absence. I was tempted today, in walking through my hometown, to stop for the A bus and I still wear my shower shoes in my own bathroom.
However, I digress. We may have survived our first semester at RU and we may now be home/going home to well-deserved holiday celebrations. However, in a little over a month, we’re all going to have to lug our collective crap back to New Brunswick. We’ll still be the same people we were when we cleared out in December. The only difference is, there will be less forgiveness for freshman stupidity. Oh, and perhaps we’ll all be a little fatter from non-dining hall food.
Maybe I’m just bitter because I know I’m taking 18.5 credits next semester, and they are a lot of morning classes. Enjoy your hard-earned time off. Just remember, move-in day is just around the corner, so make your time with your family count.
Happy Chrismahanukwanzakah to all, try to stay warn.
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