The sad reality came tonight that I won't be able to dedicate myself to writing as much as I have for the past few weeks. The impending avalanche of classwork and reading assignements will soon rush down the mountain with steady, continous force. Only one day of classes have past, yet when I attend day two I will already be trailing my syllibi. After all, how could I do my reading assignments if I couldn't get all my books today? My daily routine will now include preparing papers on foreign policy, role-playing as the characters in our system of corrections, sleeping through the stars, and reading/reviewing/studying for lectures/papers/exams.

I forgot that summer school had classes and work.