It’s September 1st as I type this. 2:41 PM to be exact — 40,000 feet above the ground, smooth flying on a United flight. For me, this means my annual migration from Texas to the beautiful garden state of New Jersey has begun. It’s back to school. As a junior, I’m making this pilgrimage for the third time now, and that has me thinking about how much has changed over the years — or on the contrary, what hasn't.
Some things never change. For example, the commute to Princeton never gets easier for me. As I grow older, I find that the more time I spend at home, the harder it becomes to leave. And I've realized those first-day of school jitters also don’t change. I still feel like a freshman at times. Walking into class I’ll always wonder, who I will meet? What will my classes be like? What memories await me on the other side?
Some things I never want to change. The welcoming school-wide chaos that wakes you up at 9am on Lawnparties. The dogs that regularly play on Cannon Green. The soon to be married couples taking pictures on campus, or my avoidance the main entrance of FitzRandolph Gate (to skirt bad luck). Or how every time I pass that main gate, I imagine what life will look like the day I walk out of it .
In some ways, you'll change. Princeton has a tradition where freshmen walk through the main gate of FitzRandolph Gate when arriving on campus for the first time. Students avoid that main gate until graduation, when they walk under it and out of the Princeton bubble. While many things stay the same here, other things are forced to change. Time moves us forward whether we want it to or not, and looming graduation is a kind reminder of just that. Not only are you getting older, but you will grow and change during you time here. For one, you’ll likely change your perspective on what is considered a “good grade.” Sure students still get As, but you become less phased by “bad" grades or challenges. You’ll likely lose the novelty of campus to some degree, which is normal and natural. Blair Arch is no longer a celebrity of landmarks, but just another building I pass by on my way to class.
There's a quote that I often come back to that I think applies well to this idea of seasons of change: “No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man”.
For a small liberal arts school hidden within the overgrown bushes of the garden state, I find that quite a lot happens here. You change, and so will Princeton. Sometimes, you’ll feel like a fish out of water. But remember that you are meant to return to the river. You were made for it.