Fall. It is just around the corner. I know this because the pumpkins are getting larger, the green bean vines are nearly done, and the tomatoes are turning a lovely pink. School supplies fill store shelves and tax-free days are over.
I get this kind of giddy feeling when fall is on the precipice. Butterflies fill my stomach and I find myself looking with longing at notebooks and pencils. I love to smell them. Sick, isn't it?
Just as summer is full of the promise of goodness to come, lemonade, and lazy days, so is fall full of promise of cooler nights, football mums, and hot tea on the porch while wrapped in a handknit shawl -- admittedly there are still bare feet, but still snuggled in a shawl. Delicious.
Classes start in less than two weeks. As I consider my rosters I wonder about the students. Are they ready for college? Are they excited? Are they buying new clothes? Sleeping in Just One More Time? Worrying about their mean English professor or the challenging math instructor? Do they dread class?
And I think about me. Am I ready for them? Will they like me? Will they drop the class after the first day? What will they like about English? How do they feel about reading? Will they laugh at my jokes?
I think I became a college professor because it gave me a chance to get ready for school every year. Isn't possibility addicting??