So it’s almost August already. I’m not sure how that happened, but I suppose it’s all for the best - August itself is the very vilest of all the months, but after that comes September, and after that comes October. This time last year I was already gazing wishfully at my Halloween decorations, which admittedly was more than a little bit premature, but that doesn’t mean that I’m longing any less this time around for temperatures in the fifties and fresh apples.

Plus there’s classes starting again in about a month or so, it seems. I’ll be glad to graduate and everything, although it’s a little unnerving that I haven’t really got any idea what I’ll be doing next year - I’ve more or less decided that yes, I would like to go to grad school, but I’ve also got the distinct impression that it might be a good idea to spend some time travelling or working somewhere interesting before signing another five to seven years over to dear old Mister Kant. The last time I started a senior year, it was essentially a given that I’d be going to college the following fall, I just had to establish where I’d be going to college. It may be, of course, that I’ll end up just doing something fun next summer and launching into the whole PhD thing immediately after that. And that wouldn’t be so bad, really. I do like school, after all - what kind of nerd would I be if I didn’t?