Nothing funny about feldspar

I’m feeling a bit envious of the people who are preparing for the new school year. Teacher or student doesn’t matter; I wish I was doing the same.

I like the first weeks of school and the time before it — it’s a chance to start afresh, to forget last year’s mistakes and boredom and panic and to plan on doing this year right this time. I like buying supplies. The paper, pens, pencils, and notebooks that I’m going to organize right this time so I can be sure to meet all of my commitments this year. I like getting new clothes, so this year I can be stylish and everyone will forget how dorky I was last year.

Well, it never worked when I was going to school, but I still hold fast to the fantasy of the new beginning when September rolls around. Now, however, I don’t have to worry so much about the fantasy not living up to reality. I’m not sure it’s a good trade off, but at least I don’t have to get up for an 8 o’clock class.