for three days I've sat down in front of my computer, trying to sort out the thoughts blowing around in my mind like tumbleweed across the prairie. but instead of the ideas flowing from my fingertips to the keyboard like they usually do, I'm stumbling. my fingers are tripping and I'm erasing and rewriting.
the first day of school draws nearer. i can smell it in the air. it's the fresh-beginning again feeling. brand new pens that are full of ink, and new notebooks without torn, dog-eared pages. my bag is clean without crumpled notes and paperclips at the bottom. my calendar is empty, soon to be filled up with assignments and tests.
i don't want to fill it up.
as much as i enjoy learning, and filling my mind with a higher education, I'd rather lie outside in the grass and watch the clouds drift away, than walk the hallowed walls of academia. after a year of working and studying, with no social life, I've been able to catch up with my friends again, to spend time with members of my family, and i know my social life is going to slide again when i pick up my books. my pictures won't get uploaded to my computer, my stack of books at the foot of my bed that I've wanted to read will gather dust, and my sunglasses will lie forgotten on my dresser.