Picked up my books for the term today. There’s always something a little bit thrilling about gathering together the volumes that will so dominate my life for the next ten weeks. By all rights the fact that I will spend countless hours pouring over each of 10 books should dampen that thrill, should inspire a revulsion for the often dry and always challenging works that define an education. But it does not. Rather I felt something like a kid at Christmas as I walked into the bookstore and through the rows of neatly stacked texts. Like just such an anxious child I made only as far as the student center before devouring my gifts, skimming through the pages that I will read through meticulously as the term progresses.

Wow, I am such a dork 🙂