Unlike what the heading suggests, it is NOT my first day of school. But I went anyway, for research, for visits, for...fun? Insane it may sound, but I actually miss dragging myself out of bed early in the morning to go to school, and meeting Mic and gang for breakfast before heading for classes. Getting out of bed in the morning after only a few hours of sleep was certainly tough, but dining with those people and attending classes with them were really what made university life all worthwhile. REALLY. I went for one of the classes I attended before, and I really do know that I still want to be a student, much as I should stop dreaming about it. And I still long for meals with my classmates after classes, talking about school, life and whatnots. First day of school today, but not mine. Yet it has made my day. Maybe because there were still some familiar faces around, maybe because I could still roam about in the campus without feeling left out and strange, maybe because laoda announ...