Wow, it’s been ten months and more since I got here. I can’t believe that – it went by so quickly! I’m not sure why that is exactly…some combination of all the work, the short quarters, and the fact that there aren’t real seasons here, I suppose. The first years are almost not first years anymore. When the new first years get here during the summer, they get to help out with social hour, and then it will be fall again and they’ll be taking the classes I took last fall, and I’ll be a second year. Weird.
When I was a freshman in the Shakespeare Ensemble, all of the older people seemed to know so much about how things worked…and then they graduated…and then the next year graduated, and pretty soon I was one of the people who knew a lot, even though it didn’t really feel like much had changed. I think this is going to be like that all over again. My officemates are third years – they’ll only be here a couple of more years, and by then I’ll be a third year, and graduating not long after that (hopefully). When I got here I thought 5 years sounded like a really long time, but I think it will go a lot quicker than it seems it should…
Figuring out the dynamics of the subjective rate of time is tricky, isn’t it? Familiar cycles must be a large piece of the puzzle: the longer a person stays in the same environment the quicker time passes.
Anyway, it’s nice to see that someone else is thinking about the same thing I’m up late thinking about.