end of summer

Yesterday when I was visiting my parents, both of them kept lamenting the fact that summer was over. Part of me knew what they were saying, but since I had just gotten back from a week long vacation, my sense of time was mixed up. I knew that the calendar said that it was September, but it didn't really register with me. Even with today being the first day of class, it still didn't feel like the end of summer.

Before I got to the campus, I was having very mixed feelings about going there. Part of me was wondering was going there worth my time. Was this really what I wanted to do? Am I heading in the wrong direction? Do I need to take a semester off and just save money?

Most of those worries faded once I was seated in the class. Just being there reminded me how wonderful it is to be around people who want to do things with their lives instead of people who are caught in a rut or are just killing time. Plus there was someone in class that I knew from another class that I had taken last fall. Seeing her there made the class even more worthwhile.

Once I got back from school, the rest of the day was spent doing chores that always need to be done when one gets back from a vacation. I managed to pick up my mail that I had held at the post office while I was away and got some food.

 
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