It’s provoking some minor and rather predictable incomprehension that I’m actually heading back to classes on Tuesday; even more so than the start of 2003, the arrival of beginning of this semester has made me realize that it’s now been a full year since I went back to school. This time last year I was wondering if I remembered how to write an academic paper and whether it was really such a good idea to spend another three years finishing a philosophy degree, of all things.

The three years has been compressed to a remaining one and a half after some leftover credits got transferred (thank you, AP exams and thank you, Harvard Summer School) and I suppose I do still know how to write a paper, but I’m still having trouble getting my head around the fact that it’s already been a year. I’m sure I’ll be saying the exact same thing come next January. Anyhow, after a rousing bout of textbook shopping this morning and plans to use my remaining days of freedom to their utmost capacity for lethargy, I suppose I’m looking forward to classes starting again. More or less.