So we come back to a new semester. For some of us, this is the end, others, the half way point, and still others just "another day in the pandomime." Some of us greet new professors, others the same ones we have every semester. All of us greet cold weather, many with coughs and sniffles to go along with it.
But while bundling up, wondering why you should even leave your warm, comfy bed, remember why you are here.

Sure, you are here to learn, you are here to party, but these are all part of a bigger thing. You are here to experience life.
Everything and everyone around you is an experience. The people we want to slap, the things we constantly gripe about, the mistakes we make, and the things that make us smile.
Oh yeah, and farting is quite an experience as well.

(A rare peek at the fact that there is something in my brain besides constant thoughts of men. Though that does take up quite a bit of space.)