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.