It's now about two weeks after Judgment Day and things are almost normal again. I use normal sparingly as per the ambiguous nature of the word. The students had finals this week and it was slightly more hectic getting into work and finding a decent spot, but as always, our fearless protagonist managed. Because I no longer take classes nor teach them, finals has no other meaning to me than this. I do have to contend with getting a summer parking permit and working around the summer hours of the facilities, but that's a small price to pay for a guaranteed parking spot any time of the day. As with most college towns, this one is dead during summer.
I actually looked up some demographic information about this town, which was somewhat interesting. I'll share it here for lack of anything better to talk about. The population is about 68k, and the student enrollment is hovering at 45k, meaning this town is composed of 2/3 students. It says here that the average age in the city is 22, which explains why i'm always complaining about how old I feel. It also explains the number of god awful drivers out and about, which I always attributed to my overly high standards associated with automobile navigation. We had two murders last year. The biggest crime as far as amount is, perhaps no surprise, rape.
It's a nice place to visit is a good phrase for this place. I don't see myself hitting keggars and dance clubs when i'm 30, though for now it's interesting enough to hold some attention. Which is why I think it's a good idea to always keep moving in the course of your life, either physically or mentally. After all, only dead fish swim with the current.