The more things change...

The only thought I keep having is, "huh, it is nice to see some things don't change." No, they are putting up all kinds of buildings on my alma mater. The field that we used to watch the soccer team practice on has been sucked up by a giant dorm. The Ag quad is being closed off by a new science building (possibly two.) The engineering quad looks sooooooo much better with it's new building in place. And I am not a student any more. 5 years later, I am back, chilling in a dorm room, getting ready to go out. Of course, I am way over 21 now, and I definitly require more sleep then I used to.

But some things really don't change. My friends are still my friends. My sisters are still my sisters. We've gotten older, maybe wiser. Some of use are married, some of us are single. Cornell still holds a spot dear in my heart. Which is why, as it continues to be about 50 degrees and refuses to stop raining, all I can think is "huh, it's nice to see things don't change." I could get mad, but Cornell all freakishly cheery and dry would in some way not be the Cornell I grew to love. Don't get me wrong, I would love some sun to dry up everything so I could climb into the gorge and lay out on a rock. But this Cornell is my Cornell. And I could not be happier to be here.