first day

The cold has reached the point of being annoying; it lacks the kindness to numb you instantly, and it doesn't prickle your skin just enough to be refreshing. Instead, it encases you slowly, making you uncomfortable as it sneaks in, berating every part of you until you can feel your legs trembling and the fabric of your scarf starting to adhere to your face as your breath freezes.

Blech.

I've always said that I prefer cold to heat because you can put on as many layers as you want, but you can only take off so much. I suppose the opinion still holds, if not for the same reason. For while there was a pervasive warmth to my German and English classes today, it made me long for the sharp, cynical eye of economics, of politics; for something I could hold in my hands and know was real. English is beautiful, as all languages are, in its ability to shape reality or recreate it altogether, and I suppose the sciences do the same thing, except their methods are real as well.

I love the humanities and the arts. I do. But they're not what I need right now--or if they are, I need them like this: on an unfeeling computer screen, not on the eager faces of classmates in an environment where I re-learn how to interact with people instead of how people interact. There is a difference.

I can't wait to go to econ tomorrow.