It's 3:20 exactly, and all I can hear is the clacking of computer keys. Up here on the second floor of the library, the endless rows of book-covered shelves give way to computers, for the more technologically inclined generation. Here, the simple silence is coated with the soft hum of typing, click click click clack clack clack.

It's an odd feeling, being here at the library once again. It's only been a few months since I have set foot in this very place surrounded by friends and snacks and homework. But it feels like much more time has passed. I used to feel like I knew this place, now it feels foreign.

It's been several weeks since the opening of Senior year, and I am beginning to understand why people tell me that the year will be at it's close before I know it. These last few weeks have flown by as if it were only one. September is near it's end and I wonder if the whole year will move at as quick a pace

Oh sweet oxygen. I am currently enjoying the sweetness of a breath that comes with a long three day weekend. Thank God for holidays. Today's is friday, the close of another school week spent running through the hallways and hoping that B was the correct answer to the last question of that exam and suddenly remembering why we all are so tired during the year.

"September is a rough month, always is..." said a teacher of mine this afternoon. It took everything I had to bite back a remark at how he has contributed, with gusto, to the madness of the last two weeks with his consistent quizzes and endless assignments . But I just sat there and gave an exasperated smile, brooding over the trace of consolation in his voice.

So September is a rough month. Well, I believe it. Anyone who has ever been apart of a regulated school system will probably agree. But September can also be beautiful, for it brings with it a strong cloth which wipes every slate clean, and all the school can start anew.