The countdown begins anew. The rush is almost here.
The freeze is soon to follow, and the biting cold will be the harsh b***h of the year.
The doors to that place will swing open once again. And I'll be drawn in by it's legitimate pull.
It's so ******** crazy. I'm ready to ******** start this now, because I wanna see who and what awaits me there this year, my final year. What kind of adventures will take place within, who my enemies and friends are... What bonds and links will be formed and what others will be broken.
Will it be the same as last time? Or will this be the best year of 'em all?
Two weeks until I conform to a uniform. Two weeks til I sling my backpack over my shoulders one last time. Two weeks until I'm pitted against this part of the world. Bent administrators, immature kids, enemies within friends... And maybe even myself.
I'm ready.
There is no such thing as a cloudless sky at this point in life, but whatever.
This time?
I brought an umbrella.