“High on a mountain, what did I see? Bear tracks, bear tracks lookin’ back at me.”

~ Porter Wagoner: Old Slew Foot. 

Note: A lot has happened in the last couple weeks…

At this point in my college career, I’ve more-or-less lost my fear of the first day of classes. I have my “first day” routine down to a science: get to campus early, claim the first available parking space (even if it’s nearly a half-mile away from the classroom), get a soda and a pack of beef jerky from the vending machine, then wait in front of the classroom door till the prof lets everyone in. 

Well… it’s what? Week four into my eight or ten week philosophy class (I forgot the specifics, but it’s short). And guess what’s happened? 

Today, I’m turning twenty-two years old.