It's What I Know

So. The new school year is actually just code for new faces. Really cool faces by the way.

Today, two days previously, and two days hence are like a rubber stamp I pull out the last week of August (Who starts school in August? I mean, really), and the first week in September. There's always the way super duper nervous feeling the day before, spawning from haunting memories of finals week the semester previous, ripened by a great summer and a mind that tries repress the worst memories of the lot

"That just makes them worse . . ."

Ya I know. After being repressed it’s like a dementor could totally make me faint. They’re that bad. Not really. But by mentioning Harry Potter you all understand better than I can ever explain.

Then there’s the actual first day. Today was better than any other first day because guess who has matching outfits?!? Heather and I!

"You both look super cute!"

Sure do! And I’m almost totally void of the nervous feeling. I’m just excited to learn, excited to be able to say at the end of the semester, “Wow, I learned a lot.”

Now I’m going out on a limb to predict the next two days. Another day of new classes. Cue excited feelings, great expectations, lofty goals, dangerous amounts of motivation etc. Ok the next day is when I first fall asleep studying and I awake to more work then I fell asleep to. Here’s a hint: put your money on this prediction, it’s a winner.

For the time being I choose to remember the super awesome scrabble, dentist office, Krisen, Katie, family, chickie babies, and long distance phone calls centered summer. Featuring Pitbull. Obviously. And I’m glad nobody around me knows that there’s a party going on in my head with music by Justin Bieber and a surge going through my body that takes all the control I have to keep it at just gentle foot tap or occasional head bob.