A line of students queuing up to drink from the Old Well on the first day of class.
I am back in Chapel Hill, three years after I first moved into the sprawling campus. Watching the freshmen finding their way around, I remember myself as a first year, pulling out my campus map when walking to classes confused and a little overwhelmed, being reminded of those first days without a bike when a walk between lectures would take me 10-15 minutes... Good times. But I am glad to be where I am at the moment. I'm still getting used to the tag "senior" since I skipped the "junior" phase in Paris where they considered me a second year student due to their school system. I keep telling myself that change is good, and so is "aging" in the college life. Although I don't have all the nuts and bolts figured out for the time after college, I feel peace about the time after graduation. Not complacency, not apathy, but a sense that everything will fall into place. For now, I shall enjoy the feeling of being a senior, which might well be my last year being part of the US university system. Although it's true that University of Florida will become my new adoptive home for at least a year until my babes graduates.
With exciting times ahead, I am tarheeling forward, looking back to only get reminded that growth is the point ;)
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