School Daze

Walking out of the train this morning, rushing between the commuter rail and subway as I do every day, I realized that lately, I have been having dreams of school.  Not nightmares of pop tests and disappointed professors, but dreams of walking into a table of friends and sitting down to join them as we talk about stupid nothings.  Realizations of waking up from dreams like that make me hate dreams.  I actually go to bed sometimes with the prayer that I won't have dreams in my sleep.  It's not that I don't have friends anymore.  I do.  I've been seeing a lot of them lately and really enjoying myself.  But at the Bo', as tired and busy as I always was, I was also always immersed in friends.  I was always late to appointments because I bumped into someone along the way.  It's September and I'm growing up.  I'm working, commuting, taking out the trash at night and loving it.  But there are moments like this morning when I'm suddenly caught off guard, and I miss the often maddening 'intellectual rigors,' the easy, lazy comraderie ("You use the science computer lab?  I do, too!" "Let's bump into each other again dinner-ish"), and the spontaneous conversations that happen every day at school.