Even though I can, and do, sleep late, I have so far woken up each
morning first at 6:30, expecting a progression of events that, over
the past two and a half months, has been ingrained into my head: first
my alarm will go off. Then, the bell should ring, Alex and Clif should
walk in singing, and Otis should jump up to take a two minute shower.
Yet, I hear nothing, save for the snores of my dog carrying through
the wall of my room. I turn over and go back to sleep.
It’s both very familiar and very strange to finally be home. I’ve
come to expect, even anticipate parts of MCS life, and suddenly,
they’re gone. South Hall’s morning routine, study hours, check in,
morning meeting, parts of my day that have become set, that I have
become completely used to, are suddenly, and rather abruptly gone.
And home is different, too. Aside from small changes like the new
toaster (a welcome addition), my parents, without any children left at
home, established their own daily routine, and, now, with my brothers
and me at home, must readapt to having five, rather than three people
in the house.
Most of all, it’s strange not seeing my MCS family, people who I eat
with, go to classes with, and share a bathroom with. That is not to
say we have failed to communicate. Already we have group e-mails,
phone calls (with cell phones, no less), and, perhaps most reliably,
Facebook messages. For now, at least, there is also the reassurance
that, in only five days, we will once again be reunited to take up
where we left off for another two weeks. Again we will wake up to the
bell, we will shiver together at morning gather, and all will be
-Wells Andres, New York, NY