Last first day of school thoughts

Driving to school today, on my last first day of school ever (barring a possible grad school effort), I had to focus so much on not sliding off the road or spinning into another car that I didn’t even have time to get nostalgic.

My flight from Ecuador arrived last evening, and prior to its arrival, I had to focus so much on not dying in a plane crash or something that I didn’t even have time to get nostalgic.

Afterwards, I devoured a tuna melt over dinner with my parents, sharing so many stories about beaches and South American cultural norms, and in turn listening to stories about snow, snow and more snow, that I didn’t even have time to get nostalgic.

Then I passed out in bed for 10 hours after over 24 hours of traveling , so I didn’t even have time to get nostalgic. I got ready for work in less than 20 minutes of mad rush, then spent another 15 clearing off my car and an additional half hour sliding to work, that I didn’t even have time to get nostalgic.

This afternoon, after rushing to campus for a school newspaper meeting, I received a text that classes were canceled today and tomorrow, due to the snow.

Good. Now I have time to get nostalgic.