Maybe I'm just getting sucked back in, and am very close to losing all perspective. For some reason, after twelve hours of intense reflection, it is only now that I find myself properly amazed by sc , the incredibly brilliant and wonderful terminal-based spreadsheet program. I don't know what could have possibly been wrong with me until this very moment. Already it seems like I've been here forever. You feel it as soon as you step onto the campus, and it surges whenever you round a particular corner that opens to some viscerally familiar scene.
Every tree is in place, every sound is perfect, it smells the same.
But the other side of the electrical shock is the magic of the place. Like magnets, nearly everyone that still matters around here appeared within an hour. But it's more than sweet coincidence. The current takes hold of you, works its way into you. It's uncomfortable now, but I know it's vital to discovering the new paths that can lead me through the chaos.