September hasn't truly started until the smell of a collective caffeine addiction resurfaces around dew-ridden salon tables scattered around our campus buildings.

The sounds of a town waking back up at the simultaneous homecoming of it's thousands of crusaders,
Wageningen breathes with it's students.

It's weird seeing how little things change over summer; new people, new classes, sure, but the essence of it all remains the same. The same cliques, the slightly clunky powerpoints, how people prefer anything over paying attention to their lectures, nothing's all that different from last year.