For some reason, this year I feel like I should be going back to school. Which is funny, since the last time I went "back to school" was six years ago. I feel like I should be moving all my meager possessions into a dorm room, plastering my wall with pictures and enjoying the general brouhaha of fellow students re-getting to know each other after a long summer break. As boring as it was, syllabus day was always one of the best. Your slate was clean and your work for the semester was all spelled out. Classes and professors hadn't lost their charm. You were on the cusp of being overwhelmed, but the feeling was just like that of riding to the apex of a rollercoaster before tipping over the edge. Oh, and all of your supplies and notebooks were new and fresh.
I am glad that I am done with school, but I do miss the excitement of starting a new year. Being an adult brings a massive amount of sameness to your year; every week is generally the same as the week before. I'm sure things will change when my kids start going to school, but until then, I have to live vicariously through back-to-school commercials on tv.
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