As a child, few occasions inspired as much dread for me as the dawning of a new school year. August was a month-long count-down to misery, and the Sunday night before classes began–the first “school night” of the year–was undoubtedly my least favorite date on the calendar. That date is nigh.
After a break from school that, for all intents and purposes, began last December, I am just one week from embarking on at least two grueling years of intensive study, and I am sad to see this summer pass away. I have a great deal to look forward to, but at the same time, the uncertainties are many and the fear is strong.
Furthermore, with the commencement of autumn classes, this long, glorious summer will come to an end, and I will still not understand how it could have passed so quickly.
So, before that dreaded day arrives, I will reflect on these last few months in a series of posts that I hope will answer that age-old question: how I spent my summer vacation.