some people they just won't understand these things

i am a hopeless romantic. nothing makes me feel more happy/sad than a cold breeze on a night like this. i find it ironic that the season of dying... autumn... is the one i remember all of the best parts of life. every fall i return to something very basic and real. maybe i am just a product of the public school system. remembering every year of my life in terms of the things that happened the previous... the characters that occupied my time... the tests and accomplishments... but i'd like to think i have my own spin on it. the last year has certainly been one full of adventure and learning. just like all of those before... 

i like the way the lessons get more difficult... and the rewards more worthwhile... the way the word problems become whole months instead of just paragraphs. 

school is in session. again. i love the fall.