And we’re back

The weirdest part about coming back to Colby is how normal it feels. For some reason, the normalcy of easing back into Colby life is sitting uneasily with me. Maybe it’s because I was expecting more difficulty. I was expecting nights of crying in my single (which I love) for my family and California.

That hasn’t happened yet. Not even once. To my surprise, getting back into the rhythm of Colby was very, very easy. Colby has become a true home. A home where I see a fine, busy community with exciting people doing exciting things. It was great to see my friends and to hear tales from their generally more accomplished summers. And it was great to tell tales from my if not super accomplished but generally eventful and fun summer.

Classes are back too and are going well. I’m particularly in love with my GO252 class- a class on the politics of the Middle East, even if it is bound to be a killer. One thing I learned quickly is that if you’re not enjoying the things you’re learning about, you probably shouldn’t be taking that class. Unless it’s for a requirement. Then you’ve got to suck it up.

Everything still has the air of getting set up. Clubs are advertising like mad, volunteer groups are organizing their lists, and not too much has happened yet. But I have a good feeling that good things are going to happen very soon. And I can’t wait to find out what’s next.

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  1. Josephine Liang says:

    I remember how I use to count the days until college start again.Summer, right? Good ol’ days

    I think I have a love-hate relationship with Colby. I love the people, the longs walks around Waterville, the classes and the first week of snow; I hated the nights when I need to stay up to study for a billion tests, writing lab reports, the fire alarm that wakes everyone up in blinding flashes of lights, and well, the remaining weeks of winter when the snow turns into slush. (Did I mention lab reports?) Never the less, I find myself calling my lovely room “home,” and my adorable dorm “house.”

    Welcome home, buddy, and we shall fight side by side; me slashing lab reports with my mighty sword, and you conquering the intense maps with your strong arms.

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