As Winter turns to Spring and the rains come and, depending on the day, I have the back-and-forth struggle between using my car's air-conditioner and the heater, I find myself in the final death throes of my education.
When all is said and done, at least I have this to take pride in: Public school, born and raised, the whole way through, baby.
This makes me happy.
It's been an arduous, often frustrating, 24-year trip. But it's also been a safe trip, always having had the arms of school around me, cushioning me from the harsh reality of a life without Spring or Summer or Winter or Thanksgiving breaks.
I've always been a fan of those.
It's a scary and humbling thing to realize that in 1 month, whether I'm prepared for it or not, real life will officially start.
dubs. out.
