Summer's ending. I'm not sure what I think about that yet, because I love fall and winter, but the end of summer means the start of school, as well. You would think that as a college student, I would be thrilled to return to living on my own (no curfew, no bedtime) but I'm not wild enough to appreciate that, I guess. If anything, I've started going to bed earlier at school than at home, and now I have the added bonus of a mountain of homework.
Oh well. I lived through last year; I'll make it through this one.