I left for three months, and learned more about myself, my Lord and how I interact with the world. It's the 2016-17 school year, and as I spent my first three days on campus, I found a lot of things had changed - without my consent!
...Alright, my consent wasn't necessary, and I knew life would keep moving forward regardless of where I was. But quite a few things surprised me! The world I first felt at home in, the place which taught and still teaches me what love means. All the same, this lovely place decided to undergo quite a transformation while I was gone.
First of all, the Klatch? Clatch? Klickitatch? Whatever, that super cool random outside building I have a bizarre affection for already, and hope it qualifies as an "outside" classroom for professors and nice days! And those random little table spaces outside the library? I mean, their usefulness will last about 3 months total of the school year, but they're still great!
Library/AC building! I see you and your new paint job, new globe map, and that pretty new carpet. However, I personally object to the blankness of the walls and humbly request the plethora of items each professor had covering their door and the space around their doors.
Dear Common Grounds, where I work and spend more of my time now that I'm a commuter, I'm loving those random chalk walls. Thank you with a thousand joys for keeping those brown couches, however. They're made of scary things students have dropped in them and brown clouds of softness.
And those Venti sizes now? I mean, yay as a customer, and urfghalskdjfls as a barista who hasn't worked as a barista in forever. It's okay, customers! I've got it down now. I'm also grateful and glad for the passion tea Lemonade....tea thing. I know what it is, but the words escape me.
Folks, I do miss the music house though. I saw the demo pictures on Facebook, but walking past it under construction makes my heart a little more sad than I thought I could feel. Don't feed me the logic of asbestos or poor foundation; I will probably agree with both diagnoses, but I still miss it.
To all the freshmen who are now sophomores...I probably won't remember most of you. Being gone for a semester means I've had a semester to not bond with you like I have with others. I'll work on that.
Freshmen! Flesh meat! I mean...fresh meat! Welcome to this wonderful university where everything is new for you, and know you are welcomed with open arms.
Even with all of the changes, I'm excited to be back and for the new year!
Cheers.
