Today I stepped outside and could tell it was the first day of school for local kids. And it wasn’t just that they were standing at the bus stop outside my house, but the smell in the air. I don’t know quite how to identify it… heavy, murky, and stale, perhaps?
It was a very clear recognition this morning and I could even feel a bit of a pit start to form in my stomach, as I never approached school with anticipation, but dread. I was thankful that I didn’t have to go to a new school or classroom today… but also somewhat jealous at the “newness” that a new school year brings with it.
Eh, screw it, I’m not jealous. I’m quite content with never having another first day of school again.
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