I was pretty much ambivalent about returning to school.
I used to get really excited about going to classes and learning things; it was the people that made me nervous. Sometimes there would be a new teacher, who I didn’t know. Other times it would be the same teacher, and that could be good or bad.
Now I’m older, I don’t mind the end of summer, though that won’t happen for another eight months approximately. For the first time it doesn’t indicate a return to study; this time it’s an indication of hopefully having a job by then. My end-of-summer attitude, while in school, remained steady: enthusiasm of returning to school and study.
Maybe someday I’ll go back.