Here we Go

--This is day 7 in "The 7 Last Days of Summer"--


I. On Your Marks...

School starts tomorrow. (I know that classes don't start until Tuesday, but school starts tomorrow)

That means that this, this day right now, this moment right now, this is the end of summer.

I've had several people come up to me today and ask, "Are you ready for school?" My normal reply has been, "It's here, so I don't really have a choice."
Don't get me wrong, school is fun.
I enjoy my classes (usually), I enjoy my teachers (usually), I enjoy talking to people (usually), and I enjoy attending school (usually). But school is hard.
I have to laugh when people say that school is preparing you for the world. Who are we kidding? School has always been harder than just working.



II. Get Set....


School is really not so bad once you get into it. You do, however, have quite a few things not to look forward to. Here's a short, incomplete list of what I am not looking forward to.

I'm not looking forward to forgetting how to sleep in.

I'm not looking forward to forgetting what a day of relaxation feels like. (Don't you dare say, "What about the weekend?")

I'm not looking forward to forgetting how much I love naps. (I take that back, I'll never forget my naps.)

I'm not looking forward to being tired, constantly tired.

I'm not looking forward to waking up every morning at 4am, just so I can work a few hours before school.

I'm not looking forward to listening to annoying people perpetuate their annoying beliefs.

I'm not looking forward to feeling like the class will never finish, the day will never finish, the week will never finish, the semester will never finish, the year will never finish, and graduation will never come.

I'm not looking forward to being starving. (I live in a perpetual state of hunger for some reason during the school year)

But I am looking forward to school. It means that after tomorrow, I'll only go through this feeling 2 more times. It means that I'm another year closer to being able to work full-time. It means I'm growing up. (and we all know how much that excites me)

However,

I do need just one more big, deep breath, before I go under.
I also need one more moment to myself, before they're all gone.
I want a few more hours of free brain time, before it starts constantly thinking about assignments, hours, people, rules, books, and homework.

But it's too late.
All my time is gone.
I don't have any more time for breaths, moments, or brain space.
School is here.

III. Go.....