It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
For every student, the start of September means the end of the lazy, carefree days of summer and the beginning of another school year. Time to drop the sunglasses and pick up the books!
Since I was four years old it has meant it was time to put away the bicycle and Canada’s Wonderland season pass and get out the Barbie lunchbox and Gap jean jacket and head back to school to find out who would be my teacher for the year and which of my friends would be in my class.
As a university student, the long weekend would be the time I spent packing up my life at home and heading back to my life in London, Ontario. I would be putting the final touches on my class schedule, trying to get as many days off as possible and making sure my friends and I took the same courses. Now it’s Labour Day long weekend once again, but strange enough I find myself without a back to school shopping list, without a room full of luggages and boxes to pack up and most importantly without the eager excitement for a brand new school year.
Although I’ve been done with school and living back home with my family since May, it really has not completely sunk in. In my mind, I was just on summer vacation awaiting another September when I would return to the student life I’ve loved living so much. But now I have arrived at the crucial time of year where the whole world is screaming, “BACK TO SCHOOL BACK TO SCHOOL” but just not at me. I no longer need to be looking at those flyers from Business Depot and Home Outfitters about deals on binders or dorm room necessities, and I no longer need to say goodbye to my friends and family at home before I head off to school for another year.
So this is what it’s like when you’re no longer a student. September is just another month and there really isn’t much to look forward to until Christmas. No more Frosh week, no more back to school parties, no more excuses to buy cool notebooks and a cute little lunch bag. I’ve been trying to come to terms with my new reality but it will be hard.
Luckily some things this month with make my “no more back to school” blues less depressing. I’ve got some writing projects in the works, I’ll be leaving for New York soon to have my own little adventure in the city and the week later I’ll be starting my new internship. Not too shabby of a pick-me-up I must say.
I know I’m not the only one going through back to school withdrawals so if you can relate or have some words of encouragement I’d love to hear them.