The leaves I tread upon represent my optimism, my excitement, and all that made me so nervously excited for the school year to begin in the last few weeks of summer, despite the approaching reintroduction of homework and having to time your pees as to not detract from your academic studies.
In September, these leaves were green, still photosynthesizing on their respective trees. I was hopeful. They were hopeful. The score had not been set. We did not know what was coming. Read More »
[Editor’s note: Britney is taking a break from diaries this week.]