A Whirl

"I don't have any time."
-The jist of what Katherine said

Fall semester got going yesterday, and the previously deserted campus is now packed again. I get all settled into the summer, into being able to park in the lot nearest the Psych. building, then yesterday I came to campus to get online and almost couldn't find a spot in any of the lots. Yeesh.

Everything's all a-bustle, and Katherine's dashing about from meetings, to class, to yet another meeting. It's all very hello-goodbye. I feel kinda sorry for her, being so booked. She had me dig out some markers from the supplies today, "They're for your class Thursday" she said. What use Crayola markers will find in a graduate English class, I'm not sure. I'll be fining out soon enough, though.

Tonight, not yesterday, begins the semester for me. I get to meet a new professor, start a new class, and see lots of people I've not really seen for a few months. I think most everyone's in tonight's class, after all it's one of the specifically required classes for the M.A. It'll be fun to see everybody again. I'm keeping my fingers crossed that the new professor is a good one.