Everybody Go To College. Like, Now.

It's about 9pm on a Tuesday and the air smells of fresh paint and hair conditioner, which means only one thing...it's August and I am back on campus. I've only been on campus for about 2 hours now, but I can already tell the slumping economy has caused major cutbacks, even in Ann Arbor. Sadly, the portion sizes at my thai takeout place have decreased and their prices have increased 50 cents. Not sadly, shorts manufacturers, facing less beneficial exchange rates and subsequently, higher prices for materials from Asia, seem to be using less fabric for their women's shorts. No complaints there. I too was affected by the economy and decided to use my computer less frequently in order to save power and reduce my electric bill...and that is a lie. I really just got lazy. Believe me if you want, but I have several half-written blogs hanging out waiting to be published, and for whatever reason I just couldn't pull the trigger. It's a different story now though, because I actually have stuff to write about, and as much as I enjoyed work this summer, I mean, I'm pretty sure you didn't really care too much about what I was doing. And while I'm talking jobs, the talk around town has of course been about offers, who got them, who didn't, who hasn't heard, and who's hooking up with who, wait what, she is, really, what a slut. I need to catch up on my gossip apparently. I fall into the "who hasn't heard yet" category, which is kind of frustrating. I will let you all know when I hear, in case you actually care.

Sitting here at my Ikea desk I really feel like I've never left school, and then I look at

a. how empty my fridge is
b. how tan I am
c. how much less clothing I have in my closets
d. my unconnected TV

and I realize that I've been gone for a few months. Am I looking forward to school? Define school. Am I looking forward to class, eh, mezzo forte. Am I looking forward to extracurriculars, um, forte. And football...fortissimo. I actually am excited about class because I finally get to choose my classes, and if I can't do well in Sneakers 201: Advanced Collecting, and Hamburger Cooking 101: Touch My Buns, then I really should rethink this whole MBA thing. My classes are primarily financed focused, which is what I want and need and hopefully come exam time I won't be curled up in the fetal position in the corner of my room. Because despite what people are saying, that did not happen last year. I haven't actually be in a formal classroom setting since February, because if you faithful readers remember, I was working on that consulting project in San Fran and by consulting project I mean the Spring of Fing...er...and I really worked (out) on my own timetable. So what I'm saying is that it might be a tiny readjustment back to reading cases and take tests. Anyway, enough about school, right guys? Right. It's Tuesday, and I just drove 10+ hours from Connecticut to Ann Arbor and I'm tired and my back hurts from sitting so much, but it's Tuesday, which of course means Skeeps with the boys. I suppose unpacking can wait until the morning. It feels good to be back, in Ann Arbor and of course on the blog. I hope you'll tune in again.