I hope you all had a good Columbus Day weekend! For my Columbus Day weekend, I went home, so I thought for today’s entry I’d talk about what happens when you return from college for an extended period of time.
First off, I’d like to point out that college during break is eerily empty. Most people left for home on Friday afternoon, but I didn’t go home until Saturday morning, so Friday night I was stuck in my dorm room marveling at the emptiness of the hallway. It reminded me of the way the hall is at two in the morning on school nights when normal, sane people are sleeping. Deserted. In fact, if it weren’t for the fact that someone in the floor above me was blasting their music, I’d be a little freaked out that a Friday night could be so dead.
On Saturday, I went to the mall with my mom. I saw one of my college friends there. Frankly, it was a little weird to think about, because it seems like the world has gotten a whole lot smaller. Running into Maynard people at the mall is one thing, but running into college friends? Seeing Abi is always a pleasure, but in the world outside college, it felt weird to think that a few months ago, if we had been in a similar situation, I wouldn’t have recognized him at all.
On Monday, I hung out with some of my high school friends. One of them is a senior at MHS and she told me the most surprising thing about it. My old school (and when I say old, I mean old) no longer keeps the doors wide open, but instead has acquired a doorbell.
It completely blew my mind, and as I tried to process it, she told me about some of my former teachers, and about some of the new ones. Yet again, my mind can’t seem to wrap around the fact that life at MHS goes on, even though me and the rest of the class of ’08 aren’t around to see it.
I came back to the Hill on Tuesday night and realized one of the worst things about going home for the weekend. It’s sad coming back. Admittedly, it’s no where near the same as it was on move-in day, but going home is such a big reminder of how things used to be, and you end up missing it all over again.
What’s even weirder than that is that despite my best intentions, I got almost no work done during the break, so I had to clamber down and finish it up. There isn’t enough time to be homesick.
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