Another semester starts today.
Don't get me wrong, I probably have the best job in the world, but the sudden influx of 23,000+ students and the imposition of a fixed schedule always takes me by surprise somehow, even after 26 years of being a professor.
Last night I dreamed that Mr. 2T got lost on campus and I couldn't find him. I couldn't recognize buildings (the dream campus was a mix of OU, George Mason, Duke and my old K-12 building), and someone had put a snow capped mountain between the front and back halves of the campus.
Tomorrow, I'll be sweaty and nervous when my classes meet for the first time.
I know, there are tons of people in the world with actual, real problems.
Thanks for listening anyway.