welcome back...

a few more thoughts on the first day of school, now that i'm at home.

first, how my first day of being a 2L differed from my first day as a 1L:

• i did my reading for today's classes last night; as a fledgling 1L i did my reading a good week in advance.
• today, as i did the first day of last year, i brought my lunch (i pretty much always bring my lunch). last year, i found a sunny spot outside and ate alone. today i spent my lunchtime bouncing between tables of friends.
  
• i don't sit next to krista in every class anymore. but only because i don't have every class with krista anymore.
  
• first day of first year, i was terrified of being called on; today, i couldn't have cared less if i was called on or not -- at least now i know enough to bullshit my way through something resembling an answer
• i feel a hell of a lot more confident about being a 2L. i'm a lot less afraid of being wrong in class. i'm a whole lot less intimidated by my professors and my classmates. as i 1L i was basically shaking like a leaf.
  

and, how my first day of being a 2L was exactly like my first day as a 1L:

• i didn't know my locker combination. even though i had the same locker.
• i scanned the faces in my classes to find the cute boys. i found none.
• checked the mail in my mailbox, found nothing but lexis nexis flyers, put the mail back in my mailbox.
• i got coffee with krista.
  
• i have a professor named anderson who taught at villanova (but not the same anderson).
• i'm almost positive i wore the same sneakers.
• i wasn't called on in class on the first day of being a 1L or the first day of being a 2L.
• i felt really happy and grateful to be where i was, doing what i was doing.
  

non sequitur:
i'm listening to the "eternal sunshine of the spotless mind" soundtrack right now, but only the jon brion songs. there's one in particular that i absolutely love. it's called "row". it comes at the point in the movie where clementine and joel are sitting on the couch and clem suggests to joel that he hide her in a memory where they don't belong, and he starts singing "row row row your boat" and it starts raining in the apartment and joel runs and hides under a table and the tabletop turns into that wavy translucent fiberglass/plastic-y stuff that sheds are made of. it gives me chills. in a good way.