27 September 04
The Hordes Arrive
The students are back for the fall on campus. Classes begin Thursday—relatively late, but we’re on the quarter system, and move-in day was yesterday. Lots of freshman all over the place, carrying large cardboard numbered boxes from the Memorial Union full of orientation goodies and pre-ordered textbooks. A clutch of students bearing said boxes meet in the hallway of the MU, all of the programming each others’ number into their cell phones. Long lines at the Coffeeshop bakery during my 3 PM cookie run. And the terror of barely competent cyclists meeting their first campus roundabout during the noontime rush hour.
But in my windowless interior office, I barely notice it all.
- You ALMOST make me miss it, dear Pica—that brand-new-pencil-box, virgin-notebook, new-clothes, “Am I cool enough?” rush of September. Almost. But not quite.— Doc Rock 28. September 2004, 09:01 Link
- Oops! But still, what I said—Numenius!— Doc Rock 28. September 2004, 12:41 Link
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