I do have something to say. Even though I said nothing all of August, which is ironic considering August was the most eventful month of my life in quite some time.
But that aside, the something I have to say is this: it is good to be back at Emory, but I underestimated how empty Emory would feel without friends here. Not that I don't have younger friends, because I have a few, but without my close group, it really doesn't feel like the same place. It's almost like I am here for a job, and I have the advantage of already being familiar with the campus and the routine of school, but I still just have to slog through it. Maybe this feeling will fade, maybe it won't, but it's definitely here now and it's not fun. The good news is that is just regular not fun, not depressed not fun. Silver lining, right?
Oh yeah, and I have one more thing to say: I own the worst computer ever. I typed this post in between the screen flickering on and off, and it shut itself down for no reason during the middle of the previous paragraph. Anyone have donations to the MK's New Less Shitty Computer Fund (MKNLSCF)? Maybe I need to work on the acronym. It's not really as donatable as, say, UNICEF. Either way, though, I am currently working with a special-needs machine. Computarded is clever but not very PC (Ha, PC! Get it?), so maybe I'll say technologically challenged.
As my bro says, now it's time to make like a baby and head out. Good night, and thanks for stopping by. You stay classy, blogosphere.
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What are you doing back at the old Emory, my friend? Grad schoolin'? Let me just say that I actually do work for my alma mater and yeah, it's weird. I make a big point of wearing my official-looking nametag all over the place so that I have a chance of not being mistaken for a student all of the time. Soon I'll be in grad school here, though, so I'll feel a little less weird. But not much.
Hope everything's great!
MK, I agree with every single word in your first paragraph... I crashed the Orientation Concert with a friend the other night, and I felt completely out of place.
Sometimes you keep hoping to see friendly faces when you're walking through main campus, but the sad truth is that most everyone you knew is gone, so you have to resign to not really making eye contact and pretending as though you have someplace really important to be...
Oh, wait, did that revealing too many of my inner thoughts?
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