Thanksgiving at Harvard
So it is the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, and I’m on a near-deserted campus. Less than half my seminar is present, and my classes were conspicuously empty. This, combined with the rainy, gloomy weather and the failure of Annenberg to provide adequately satisfying sustenance, has begun to make me slightly sad. It’s just slightly weird, not being with family for a weekend that for so long been filled with blood members , but perhaps this is a singular representation of homesickness.
Anyway, I’m sure that my feelings of loneliness will soon be dissipated by Friday, when I depart for two days of reuniting with high school friends at Yale and New York. First some TASP friends, and then some of my best friends stretching back to middle school; that should prove very fun, especially seeing how they have changed, or not.
This, however, makes me particularly excited to return home for winter break, which is a month long…possibly leading to extreme ennui, considering all I have to do is pick out classes and apply to a summer study abroad program. Oh well.