The 1st Cut Is the Deepest

Well it's been a long time since I wrote anything on this. Part of it is because of a terribly slow internet connection while at home and part of it is because I have a lot more free time at college (as crazy as that sounds). So, here goes.

The first day of school. It is one of the most bizzare days of the college experience. In 90% of classes you read through the syllabus and read through the the class roster. The classes are kind of strange, but not nearly as strange as what happens while walking from class to class.

I'll put it this way, people come out of the woodwork on the first day of classes. You see anyone and everyone on the first day. I mean, I got through a whopping 38 seconds of Lil' Wayne's "Dough Is What I Got" on my iPod before it went away for the afternoon.

It reminds me a lot of Vince Vaughn's ideas on dating in "Wedding Crashers." It's an awkward situation, do I say "Hi" do I not say "Hi"? Do I go with the little half-armed wave? Or do I go right into saying "Hey (insert name here)! How are you doing? What's happened in the last nine and a half months since I last saw you?"? It's a strange situation all around, I assume the other side of these encounters have the same feelings.

The funny thing about it all is that you never see these people walking from class to class after the first day of school. Never. Never. You see them in the bars. You see them in restaruants. You might bump into them in the library during midterm or finals week, but that is a stretch. I don't know what causes this. But paths just seem to cross on the first day of classes. It doesn't happen with the first day of second semester, it just happens on the first day of school. Just strange all around.