Back to What

 "It's late September and I really should be back in school."  But not really, not any more,   Though the month of September still brings with it that achy, yearning, unsettled feeling. My mother used to refer to that kind of nervous anxiety as "the new-school feeling."  She suffered from it, or rather endured it, all her life, dating back to the hardship of her school days when poverty and misfortune were considered sinful and deserving of contempt from the more fortunate.  Unlike today, right?  Anyway, this will be the third year that I haven't returned to school in some capacity.  I still get that unsettled feeling, culminating I suppose from past experience combined with nostalgia.  Possibly it would go away if only the school year started in January or April or some month not associated with the end of things.