Tomorrow I’m starting my second year of college (university), but it doesn’t feel like the typical new school year. It’s different. Gone are the days when each new year felt like a fresh start. New classes, new teachers, new people. I guess it’s the same thing, but at the same time, it doesn’t feel as significant.

It strikes me as being a new semester. If I don’t like the hours, I can choose different hours come January. I don’t have to worry about new teachers and people getting on my nerves because I’ll be getting a completely new set of teachers and people halfway through the year, only a few months off.

It really doesn’t feel much different than when I came back from break last winter and started my second semester. I’m not worried about getting new shoes. I’m not worried about getting new notebooks and pens because I’ll probably just casually buy them at the drugstore on the corner either tonight or tomorrow. It feels like such a different mentality from all of the previous years. In a way, it’s good, because I like things to be casual and comfortable, no fuss.

But at the same time, it brings back a lot of memories seeing children going back to school with their brand new bookbags and pencils. In a sad yet relieved way, I realize that that’ll never be me again.