Arya's Random Thoughts

I hate September. All my life September has represented anxiety about looming deadlines. When you're in K-12, September means the end of freedom, new classrooms full of people who could get along with if you had to, deadlines, and stress. Eventually you graduate, and the story continues in college. Register for classes, buy books, pick majors, etc. Then you graduate again. But it's not over. Now I stress out about Test schedules and Grad school applications. In summary: Fuck September. I take solace in the fact that, Someday, September will be just another month.