Oh my dear, school is here.

It seems so strange to be back… in all honesty. It's like I never left at all. No time seems to have drifted by since junior year. It's as if senior year is just a weekend later. It's been like a day without the holi (get it? Holiday?). I suppose I am just used to the way things go. That alarm clock at 7, the rush for my hair brush, the quick drop of night clothes, the donning of a hastily grabbed outfit, taking a bite of toast, scribbling the last bits on homework assignments, slamming car doors, (now a rushed parking job too), the flash of my ID tad, and the quick dash to the chilly classroom. It's like second nature. It makes the transition from summer to school a little easier, but it disturbs me. Why am I so used to this now? The dance of a student... have I lost my fiery rebellious side? Have I given up, and given in? This year I am going to have a life. I swear it. It wont be like last year. I'm going to let myself be fiery. I'm not going to neglect my passions. And I’m not going stop looking for new ones. It is our passions that give each of us our mystery and our luster. I refuse to be dulled by high school!