Sitting in the airport, two hours early for my two hour flight back to school, I wonder where the time went. Just a few days ago, Fall Break was the light at the end of the tunnel, the oasis in the desert, the “We Accept Bear Bucks” sign at Ben & Jerry’s. Now I’m eating a dinner of pretzel m&m’s and thinking about spending tonight in beloved Olin. Where did the time go? I refuse to accept watching 7 too many episodes of American Horror Story as the answer. I refuse to accept sleeping 14 hours as the answer. I refuse to accept that time during break passed much faster than the time studying for midterms. But it did.

Oh well. Time control wasn’t on my schedule this semester, so I suppose I will accept that come Wednesday (a day that is not enough hours away), I will be speaking French poorly and trying to remember the difference between a long shot and a long take. Which is not to say I stopped learning during break. Exiting the comfort of the South 40, the real world taught me some pretty important lessons. For instance, just being in New York does not mean you will meet a famous person. Or that to the rest of the world, a "half & half" is something you put in your coffee. Or that PBR is not in fact the only form of alcohol in the world. Who knew??

But even if I did learn some important lessons, I think I’m ready for the sympathetic faces handing me a coffee at 11:00pm, the random dogs sprinkled throughout campus, and the beautiful sound of construction within the library.