- You're in the university bookstore and all the undergraduates look like children.
- You're in the university bookstore and everyone is with their parents.
- You're in the university bookstore and all the undergraduates' parents ask "Hey Joey/Sarah/Michelle/Tommy, would you like some Post-Its?" As the little undergraduate nods, you think, "I can't afford Post-Its."
- You're in the university bookstore and there are 6 books you need for class, but you can only afford 2. When you were an undergraduate, there were 2 books you needed for class, but you bought 6.
- You live across from party central- frat houses, sororities, 24 hour liquor stores- and you think, "If they get rowdy, I could call the police...or, if I recognise any as my students, flunk them."
- You're knitting outside on campus, and a handsome young man approaches. He says, "That's cool. My mom does that." You smile and nod. As he walks away, you think, "Biologically, he could actually BE my child."
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I've settled into my new home- a very pretty room overlooking a grassy area, in a lovely flat shared by 3 women. I've had a wee wander through the campus and have successfully located my department, the library and a burrito shack, and took the bus into town with a new PhD in Islamic Studies. We found a beach, a Marshall's, and a great veggie burger joint. Orientations begin this week, before I'll be in the full swing of things, but I feel well organised.
And I also spent $200 on yarn. Online. My first day here.
Remember how I couldn't afford Post-Its? Yeah...