Here we go again: summer is over and school is about to begin. The campus is awash with cars and people and signage and plastic storage crates and orange bags full of dorm gear. It sort of makes me feel nostalgic for my own undergrad days. But then I see these kids walking around with maps and confused looks (I was late for my first meeting with my guidance counselor the first week of school because I got so lost. I cried. And I never saw her again.) and I remember the terror and general lack of clue the 17 year old me had and I lose that nostaligia pretty fast.  Now I just feel kind of old.

Also making me feel old: being in my pajamas at 8:30pm.