Setting Out: The First Day of School
|Reflection, Post Learning Commons|
Every August, the dread creeps in. I fret over summer's end--the impending loss of my freedom and precious writing time. But something strange always happens on the first day of school. I remember all over again why I wanted to be a college professor in the first place.
Walking across campus under a brilliant August sky, a bag of books swinging from my shoulder. Students hurrying between classes or lingering on the library steps.
Strolling through hushed hallways, past classes already in session.
Faculty offices with their floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. Old books that smell of vanilla and must. New books with deliciously uncracked spines.
Freshly sharpened pencils, brand new Sharpies, and that rapidly vanishing entity, chalk dust.
|Look what I found on the third floor of Bellarmine Hall!|
The hopeful nervousness of freshmen waiting for their first college class to begin.
Starting over. Setting out.
|St. Ignatius, founder of the Jesuits, beginning his pilgrimage|
|My son Noah sets out on his own journey|