"The sun shown, having no alternative, on the nothing new."

For the most part, I've resettled into dorm life quite effortlessly. I'm back to fighting with the washing machines, cursing sensitive fire alarms, and leaving half an hour early to get to the biology department on a daily basis. It's beginning to feel like I never left at all. A few things have changed; my room is now Bob Dylan free (hello, James Dean) and I now tote around my tattered copy of 'The Brothers Karamazov' everywhere.