I woke up at 3:45 this morning. And in a good mood.
In one way it was the end of my completely out of control week last week - working until 7:30 or later most nights. All sorts of last minute folks wanting to sign up for classes. We have to accommodate them - our numbers are down from last year. I'm hoping that most of them stick. Most of them seem genuinely interested and excited at the prospect of getting back into school. That's why we do what we do and bend over backwards for folks that, for whatever reason, are latecomers.
While parents of school aged children everywhere cheer for the first day as they send their kids back to school, I, who have no children, cheer for the first day of school because it means that our kids are back on campus. Sure, there are some summer school classes and the program in which I work runs year round. But there's something a little sad about a university without the bustle of the traditional students. I love the joy and optimism so many of them have.
Sure, the copiers have broken down. The elevators have stopped working. New instructors are coming in with no idea as to where they belong. Yes, it is loud as classes let out, much more so than it has been all summer long. But it makes me happy. It's the first day of school.