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So, another semester has begun. As I continue to sit on the same couch, that resides in the same corner of the same apartment, in the same city, that I found myself at a month ago I wonder about change. This is the first January since my highschool graduation that I find myself in a seemingly un-new environment. The classes I attend may be new ones but they possess faces of familarity as my path crosses again with the same people in this supposedly densly populated university. It feels akward to me not have to adapt to something new. People asking me how my Christmas break was, asking me detailed questions about plans they had been informed of before it even took place. No nervous introductions, no arranging of spaces, no sleepless expectation. Have I traded the exciting feel of change for an attempt at a comfort zone? I doubt it. I have buckled down in an attempt at what I started three years ago. I wonder who told me three years ago that I was in an adequate position to know what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. Why college? College wouldn't be so bad if it involved no debt. I could see it being the springboard into a slew of opportuniteies. As it is sometimes all I see after college is the debt that follows. I try to forget...it is best that way. Opporutunities await. Experience awaits. Money can be a chain that binds the imaginations and stops the dreamer. All that is needed is enough and no more.

There was noise where there was usually silence and no one even noticed. If they had noticed then surely the regulars would be thankful for the supposedly uncomfortable silence to be cut out of their routine. Appreciation of art and religion had been lost and with it the appreciation of silence.