It has become increasingly clear to me this week that the new academic year is upon us. Today begins my first fall as a graduate student, boyfriend’s last fall as an undergraduate, roommate K’s last semester as a graduate student, and roommate A’s second year as a real teacher. It’s crazy to think about all the things that the beginning of the school year suggests. Today, it’s several thousand students’ first day of freshman year. And now, I can’t even refer to last year as my senior year. Crazy? Completely.
Already on our coffee table are my compilations of readings for class, and one roommate’s GRE study book. Yep, it’s fall. Time to readjust.