If my math is right, for 31 years of my life, early September or thereabouts meant back to school. I spent a long time as a student, going to law school and graduate school, and then taught after. Perhaps because September marks a change of season in a way that January doesn’t (from summer to fall, rather than from winter to… more winter) or perhaps because I have a September birthday, or perhaps the combination of all these things with the start of the school year, September still feels more like a new year to me than the official turn of the calendar in January. It is my favorite time of year.
Back to school
Back to school
Back to school
If my math is right, for 31 years of my life, early September or thereabouts meant back to school. I spent a long time as a student, going to law school and graduate school, and then taught after. Perhaps because September marks a change of season in a way that January doesn’t (from summer to fall, rather than from winter to… more winter) or perhaps because I have a September birthday, or perhaps the combination of all these things with the start of the school year, September still feels more like a new year to me than the official turn of the calendar in January. It is my favorite time of year.