Walking through the student union just now, I was reminded again that the first week of classes in Fall term is probably the worst week of the entire school year. Sitting at one of the tables was a young girl that I think I recognize from New Student Week. She was making herself as small as she could, and trying so very hard not to cry. So very hard. Poor thing.
Being away from home and then inundated with work and promises of work with no idea how that work can possibly get completed in 10 weeks is just about the most helpless feeling in the world. All I wanted to do was go over and hug her. But then I remembered that when I’m in that state if anybody is nice to me that’s it, that’s when the crying starts. And once it starts, there’s no way to turn it off. So I didn’t hug her.
I hope I made the right choice.