Surprising Myself

I looked at the course schedule for the upcoming Fall semester. That's when it hit me.

I miss going to class. I miss waking up in the morning with a purpose. I miss walking to the bus stop.

It's stuck in my head. The cool morning wind. Half of the sky lit up by the sun, and the other still dark from the night. The sound of cars on the road as people travel to their workplace. But I don't miss the sounds of the birds. I hate birds.

This is the first semester that I've felt this way. Usually I think about how my vacation has flown by. I count the days left and dread that first morning. But then again, that's probably because I haven't had a break this long since the summer between my freshman and sophomore years. At that point, I didn't look forward to class. I looked forward to living in the dorm and eating a danish for breakfast.

Eh, most of those mornings were spent eating Krispy Kreme donuts and/or croissant sandwiches. And I usually came right back and slept more.

I still have nearly a month-and-a-half before school starts. I didn't realize that until today. I know I shouldn't, but I wish it was closer than that.

Oh, and I'm only 6 classes away from graduating. 18 hours.