As summer comes to an end, each day feels full of purpose. My life is gradually getting better: I am filling it with newness: new friends, new songs to listen to, new interests. I no longer feel stagnant.

I’ve started buying music again; listening to a tape on the way to school is one of very few things I look forward to about going back in two weeks. Otherwise, I’m not really excited. I have no problem with my classes, but I am afraid of falling back into the routine of censoring myself to make my classmates more comfortable. I’ve been trying to be more assertive this summer, and I don’t want to backslide. ♦