but i didn't hear the bell ring

I've never been a fan of the fall, but with all the great things in tow, such as leggings, tunics, ankle boots, red nail polish, and the return of Grey's Anatomy, I can't help but love fall '06! Oddly, enough I've been waking up these past few mornings and getting myself back to (what now seems) a simpler time.

The mornings are reminding me of those first few weeks of my sophomore and junior years of high school. My uniforms were clean, my shoes were new, my backpack was light, and I was content with having thirty-dollars to my name. But what I remember most vividly was the weather. The mornings were always glorious, with the perfect amount of moisture settled on the windshield of my mother's mini van and a slight morning haze, but not enough to break the visibility of the sun's rays. It was never so cold that one needed a jacket or a sweater. I would simply roll the sleeves of my white polo, with the green emblem on the left breast and make my way out the door. Everything was really fresh and new in a time generally associated with death. Of course at the ripe (stupid) age of 16 I wasn't concerned with death, intrinsic meanings, or any other sophisticated idea. Usually those mornings gave way to unbearable afternoon heat, but it didn't matter. Each morning was a fresh beginning at impressing new teachers and rekindling fondness among the old and thinking about what I would rather be doing than conjugating Spanish verbs--yo, tu, nosotros and then some.

Now, I'm six or seven years removed from that experience, but I've managed to get back to those mornings in some sense. I can't blame tardiness on the bell failing to ring, being held late by the previous class--now I blame traffic. It is not acceptable to have only $30--I have bills now. I think I'm glad it's no longer summer and that's making me nostalgic. Whatever the case, it's nice and I hope the feeling lasts for awhile.