University of Nebraska at Lincoln
Lately I’ve been thinking about education and whether or not I should pursue more of it. After all, I’m not exactly doing anything right now, I DON’T know if I wanted to be a professional anything at the moment, and I realize that this may sound really weird, but I think by going back to school, I might be able to refocus myself. That’s why I’m wandering around the University of Nebraska at Lincoln right now, trying to figure out if this feeling is a genuine sign from my subconscious that I need more training, or if this is just a case of the real-life jitters and nostalgia for lost youth.
The University of Nebraska at Lincoln is in many ways the same as it had been, while at the same time being different. A case in point would be the atmosphere – it’s very much the same, this queer tug-of-war between excitement and lethargy – against the sights, sounds and smells of the overall campus. The physical changes have become difficult to note in the University of Nebraska at Lincoln; it takes me a while to notice that some colors have changed, there are new structures, that the students are doing different things.
Maybe it IS a sense of longing for something lost that I feel. But there is still something nagging inside me, telling me that I should not dismiss this so soon.