I crawled out of bed around noon, having been granted a brief reprieve from an E-Board meeting half an hour before. (It would have been the second week in a row I was late; I’m awful at getting out of bed on the weekends.) My suite was congregated in the common room and breakfast consisted of Earl Grey tea (with milk, always with milk) and mini bagels and cream cheese (I don’t understand how my roommate and I can go through a thing of cream cheese in a week. It’s disgusting and delicious at the same time).
“How was your night?”
The standard question that gets passed around every weekend, as the sober ones eye the bleary eye last night drunks, gauging how good the night was or not. Sometimes the question gets answered earlier in the morning, when the bathroom door gets slammed shut and the princess bucket comes out for use.
No unfortunate moments this weekend though, and despite our room being in a general state of filth, everyone in our suite was pretty content this morning. (Afternoon?).
I’m hiding away from the world at the local coffeeshop, surounded by coffee, tea, and good food. Huysman, Kant, and Hume surround me (hi first paper of the semester) and I just had a lovely coffee date with an alumnus who was home for alumni weekend. It was so nice to see everyone back–in a way, it feels “normal” that they’re all back. Weird, but also normal.
I got to show off my house for next year to her, and it was a beautiful blustery autumn day, the kind that sends leaves skipping off the trees in ecstasy. Everyone’s wearing scarves and big sweaters: it’s that kind of comfy day, where you want to cuddle up with a hot beverage and a good book. Or to sit and write looking out the window for a very long time. I might do both today. (I got hot cider earlier. It was delicious.) But back to the house. Just walking down the street–knowing that it was going to be my street next year–and getting to say, “Look, this is my house. This is where I’m living next year,” that was so wonderful. It was sunny and the leaves are all changing color, and I was in good company. It was just one of those days where you feel full of joy and you know everything is going to be alright in your world or awhile.
I didn’t get everything I wanted at the beginning of this semester, but looking back, I know why I didn’t. I needed a semester to slow down. I needed a semester for me, to be a better friend, a better person, a better student. To really take time and care about the things I was doing and the people I was with. Knowing this, and knowing I have three months to enjoy it, that makes me happy. I got to sit down with one of my favorite professors on Friday and talk with her about things. She asked me to TA for her next fall, and she told me she was so excited to get the chance to work with me. I remember walking out of her class last spring, and telling a friend: “If I could TA for her, I would be the happiest person.” And now I am. She’s one of those people that makes you smile, just by being around her. I’ll be a junior then (GULP), TA’ing and having my own house. LIKE WHAT. I do not want this year to rush away though. Sophomore year was hard, I heard, and it is. There’s been a lot of adjustment. It’s not the fairytale I’d have liked it to be, but I guess that’ s good for me. Disappointment reminds me I have to work hard(er) to get the things I really want. And everything happens for a reason. I don’t always get it when it happens, but eventually I see why.
Autumn is one of my favorite seasons. Lots of autumn smiles today.