Kara Babcock

I read, write, code, and knit.

Depressing

Note: This post was written before I realized I was trans and/or before I came out online. As such, I might refer to myself as a man or use my deadname. Please read my name policy to understand how you should refer to me.

Tomorrow marks exactly two weeks until the start of school . . . first day back will be right after Labour Day. Kind of depressing when I think about it, since it seems like the summer has gone by amazingly quickly. And no matter how much I do during the vacation, it always seems like it's not enough time to get everything done. Admittedly, it's probably because I like the hours: stay up late into the night and early into the morning on the computer and reading, then sleeping 10 hours and waking up during the day. I can't do that once school begins.

I'll have to make up a list of school supplies I need . . . figure out if I need more clothes (oh my won't, that be fun) and then comes the day when I actually go to school. This is my first year that I will be busing, which will be a new experience. . . . I haven't received a time table yet, which goes to show how increasingly disorganised and incompetent the school Board is becoming during this "integration" process.

I can't say that it's all bad. I really like school and enjoy most of it, it will be nice to see friends again whom I've not seen since the end of June. And then I'll settle into the fall routine, get up at 7 AM each morning, go to bed at 10 or 11.

I need to stop thinking so much . . . and find that French dictionary. . . .