College seems fun, if difficult.
First class started with an open Chinese politi-historical conversation that morphed into TRPG’s and computer building. I had an hour for lunch. I met a bunch of people I know, and impressed/entertained them with my knowledge of the workings of the universe. I met my doppelganger and lived. Staff respect me as a human being/adult now. No one gives a shit if I use my phone. I don’t have to tell everyone when I go for the bathroom. I won’t be done with a section and wait a week for everyone else to do it.
It’s also really hard. And there’s a lot of heavy books. And I don’t have much time for writing.