A Pseudo Post-Grad Crisis.

As you know I'm back at Williams for the weekend. I've been walking around campus and sort of taking in the Purple Mountains for the last time in a long while. Even though I graduated under a month ago I can't help but feel out of place here now. Whenever I bump into someone I know, the first question they usually ask is: "What are YOU doing here?" I don't belong anymore.

All I see are the young whippersnapper summer camp kids, the sophomores and juniors that were suckered into staying on campus over the summer to do research or conference office work, and the trendy film buff walking around on their cell phone. While Baxter is still here -- I had seriously been expecting to find it razed by now -- the campus feels different.

Then, I was checking my emails from a common room in Morgan MW -- my freshman dorm and where a former frosh was gracious enough to let me crash for the night -- and heard the bell toll. It was sort of like a time machine to all those nights freshman year when I had to listen to those freaking loud bells (which happened to be situated across the street from Morgan) toll every fifteen minutes. EVERY fifteen minutes...even 4:15am. And these bells are loud.

But tonight? I don't mind it so much.