First Day of Autumn

Summer has officially ended, and the round of school, work, and grad school applications grows ever larger and more threatening, a dark cloud on the horizon of my daily life.

I have very little time to write anymore, and must cram in what I can in odd minutes and snatched seconds, sometimes early in the morning like now, sometimes late at night when the clock is counting down to dawn.

I must admit that I am excited for this Autumn, and even more for her sister Winter. The sooner I get through this season and the next the sooner I will have the business of applying and being accepted to graduate school over with, and can move on to the actual work. Is it strange that I'm more interested in getting my last year of undergrad over with than holding on and enjoying the last months of relative freedom?

The clock ticks on and I have class to get to, more later. Au revoir!

what a concept!

We could all use a little change.

I stepped outside early last Tuesday morning and felt the distinct timbre of Autumn lingering in the chilly air. I did not expect her here so early, but I don't regret her advent as I used to. I love Summer the best, but I begin to see the positive qualities of her sisters, and enjoy each in their turn.

The first football game is over, and a second cupcake approaches. The smell of grilling and spilt beer seems to linger over campus for the weekend, and on Monday all traces erase themselves neatly as harassed students once more rush to and from class.

I look forward to a semester of friends, football, and a great deal of hard work, and look forward more eagerly to spring semester when the applications will be turned in, and all I need to do is tie myself into knots worrying about where I got in and if I got any funding.