During the semester, the rhythm of new students and returning students and recent grads and professors and college staff is a beehive of activity in Chapel Hill.
There are endless warnings that the semester is starting, like a speedtrap behind every bush, and a Help Wanted sign in every restaurant. Balloon clusters advertising move-in specials. Residents moaning about the noise level increasing and the lack of parking. Still, I only remember that I live in a college town when I see hordes of people wearing light blue for sportsball, or when someone asks me if I’m a student (Aww.), and I remember that there’s actually a reason to live here.
It’s buzzing with activity now, getting ready for the semester, and one lone bee kind of wondering “Oh, pollen? Honey? Flowers? Yeah, I guess some people here are into that. Whatever.”
