apprehension

Today was the last day of my summer. It's left me with red eyes and freckled elbows, with Sgt. Pepper in my car and a heartful of complex emotions. And now my textbooks are sitting in a stack on my desk, with a box each of brand-new pencils and paperclips, waiting.

I'm not ready. If I'm being very honest, I'm a little bit scared. But my sweet, dear friend wrote me a beginning-of-school letter that made me feel a little lighter.  And tomorrow is coming fast, whether I want it or not.

So tomorrow I'll wake up, and I'll make some tea. I'll wear my converse. I'll pray very hard, and walk into my 9:05 Finite Math class and smile. And from there?

I suppose we'll find out.