Wednesday will mark the beginning of classes, full of excitement and the hope of learning for most students. Professors are no different. After years at the same large university, I stand new at the gate of a different place, with a promising challenge. Wednesday will echo like every Wednesday does---yet, somehow it begs this year to unfold to unseen potential. I smelled countless semester starts, ripe with the aroma of uncertainty and fresh books. Maybe this year the smell hints of plastic, shorn from packages holding iPads; however, I can hope for learning and the glimpse of sunlight peering from library buildings and reflected on the faces of another fresh generation.
