Another week

Another week Well, look at that, the dawn of a new Monday. Light is gracing the East Campus courtyard and I am left to decide what happened to my weekend. Most everyone resolved to get some work done on these couple of days, but who actually works on weekends, anyway? :-) [well, maybe one person. Greg, a bit exasperated after confronting an erstwhile chicken meal] There are leaves all over the courtyard, various shades of green to yellow to reddish something-or-other. You cant even make out the sidewalks from the beds of fallen foliage. Funny, I dont remember this scene but to my right (unmade bed), to my left (chemistry book), and behind me (dresser, bookshelf, more books), its all familiar again. But another scene is familiar, too. Work late all week because nothing got done, sleep all weekend and wake up late in the day, then stay up late Sunday night because Im not tired. And then Monday rolls around and I sleep half the day. Hey! Darn those morning classes. But 3.091 is videotaped! Oh, but theres a math recitation. Eh, I cant understand that guys accent anyway. And, huh, leaves are falling as I speak type? I would go take some pictures of random events around campus and give a running commentary of the sorts of things one can consume his evenings with, but on a grander level, were just living the routine students life. Yep, its MIT, and yep, I live with cool people, but when you zoom out a few notches, its wake up, play-work, play, work, play, sleep. And before I truly feel settled down, Ill have a diploma in hand and some extra lines on my resume, and itll be out with the old routine and in with another. Already, some of us are realizing what it means to be in the center of all this vibrant activity with nowhere to go. Sure, so maybe youre facing different math problems in math class. Or different chemistry problems in chemistry class. But what does it mean when your entire life is a big routine, a predictable cycle wake up, eat breakfast, playground, go to school, have lunch, go home, study for standardized tests, IM friends, get into college, graduate, grow up, ID badge around your neck, swipe-in-swipe-out, meetings and phone calls, cubicle walls, grow down, shorter but wiser than your kids now? Where did all the years and all that time and all those plans to see the world and take in the fresh air and ride that bike and surf that wave and savor those hugs go? Why am I sitting here copying down equations from a lifeless volume when I face the trees from before my courtyard window? I want to hear those leaves crunch and Id like to feel the wind part my hair a little. At least my chair is made of comfortable fabric. Comfortable fabric?! But the comfortable fabric of a brilliant routine is what makes the darn thing so compelling to begin with! Oh, boy. Yes, these are the musings of someone who was out of school for a while, felt the air a little bit, and cant find the joy of core classes under all the pages and books and leaves. If I could learn physics by shaking the branches, if I could learn chemistry by capturing drops of rain, well, that would be quite something. Maybe TEAL is really a step in the right direction after all. What keeps me hanging on is the prospect of whats in store beyond these lovely conveyors of the foundation they say I need in order to understand whats in store. I dare to challenge comfortable fabric. I want to make train travel more efficient and enjoyable and reliable. I want to see it through on an international level (better learn a language or two and pursue some opportunities abroad). I want to board that train route with my improvements and feel them firsthand, to see the ease at which people are moving along and to hear their blissful lack of complaints. I want to watch the attendants board that train with the same vim and laughter as their faithful vacationers. As soon as I work up the courage to wheel this cushy cloth seat out of here and replace it with a proper Institute-standard wooden chair. A hard one. As soon as