Some things have changed. I have a new computer. A new colleague. Sodas in the student lounge cost a quarter more (necessitating a trip back to my office for another coin). The mailboxes have moved. There is a vegetable garden in the courtyard outside my office.
Some things have not. Students are still hunting for the elusive stairwell that will take them to the 3rd floor (there are eight in the building, but only three of them go up to the library level). Faculty are counting heads and seats to see if they match up. (I was 10 seats short in my intro chem course, at least until a colleague with a smaller class was willing to trade classrooms with me).
It felt good to catch up with colleagues, to dust off my desk and recycle outdated papers. To bring some life back into my office with plants.
It's my 28th year of teaching, and I'm grateful to have a job I still love as much as the day I began.