After my first-week freak out, I'm actually starting to really dig uni.
One of my favourite moments in the week is walking out of class on Monday evening as the sun is setting - casting an orange glow on everything, and I walk home with a head full of fresh new insights into not just a book or a movie, but how to think about things, the way institutions operate and the crafting of truth.
I love that walk home in that light with those thoughts.
Weirdly though, some random dude from class pulled up alongside me during this meditative walk to ask if I wanted a lift, and I didn't even see him I was so deep in thought. He almost drove off, when I realised he was waving at me! oops...