August 22, 2013

August 21, 2013

l'Optimisme

It's 11:43 PM. In a bit more than six hours, I'll find myself facing up in bed, eyes rolled into my head while my alarm clock not so gently reminds me that I have to leave my cocoon of warmth for another day of routine. 

Except this day, it will be different. I would call it neither the beginning, nor the end. It's my last first day of school. Or at least from what I see in the near future. While I used to view these days with apprehension, I'm nothing but eager to begin what will be a Thursday filled with six hours of classes. 

I have nothing but cautious optimism. 

Bring it on, Monsieur le Futur



Enjoyin' some Shakespeare on the Square.