Even now as an old decrepit grad student and prof, the first day of school continues to fill me with wonder. What will my classes be like? Will I see anyone I know? I have a bag full of unused notebooks and pens. I somehow have not a care in the world and a feeling of dread. It’s lovely that some things stay exactly the same.
i havent been in school for ~4 yrs, but this time of year still fills me with that same kind of "back to school" anticipation.... bright days, cool breezes, scattering leaves.... "gee, i hope my crush is in my English class" ahh type feel....
