My calendar tells me it's a new year. It never feels like a new year though. And this new year's day was boring. It had to land on a Saturday, so you couldn't even go to a mall to buy stuff you don't need. Usually, people make resolutions on New Year's Eve to stop doing this, start doing that. I don't do it because 365 days later, you'll find yourself making the exact same resolutions. We're more predictable than we like to think.
School starts in 2 days and it's daunting. I'm daunted. Every course I'm taking looks promising enough to screw me over several times before the first midterms arrive. Such is life at uni. If you're not belittled or trampled upon or made to feel completely stupid, you can't really say you've experienced higher education.
I would put my wishes and hopes for this year in this space. But I don't see the point of disappointing myself on Dec. 31, 2005 when I see that I have accomplished none of these things. Disappointment just leads to excessive self-hating.
Good luck for the new year. We'll need it.