Going to school again is kind of like tying and untying knots.

Everyone has the same face but they're tanned and their hair is shorter than you remember and they're all blonde...? It's rather cyclical, in that - everything's the same because everything is entirely different in the same way it was different last year. Repetitive. But you know that if you spend enough time watching them, you'll recognize the person you knew last year, freshman year, middle school,

or you won't. Or they're different in ways you can't grasp and you are happy because you don't need to love someone you don't know anymore. I don't know God, in the spiritual sense, but sometimes I find that some things in this life are unexplainably good and I like to think that someone planned it to be that way. Just so I would smile.

So, knots. I am in a different place. I work through things that are unworkable; life is string that takes hours to untangle and only seconds to tangle again. So I work at it and work at it - it tires me but I like to imagine that we're all tireless.

This summer, for all its mishaps, has been kind to me. I know what it's like to walk home in the dark alone with charcoal coating my skin, ruining my clothes. I know what it's like to fall in love with people you've known for days (it felt like years, still does). I know what it's like to cry because an experience made you feel so full, so satisfied, that you can't let go - not because you're sad - not quite. Tears are a strange thing to be happy about, but I made it through this day because after I make it through the rest of these days I might find that feeling again.