It’s my senior year of college and even though I’ve been in Indiana for five school years, I genuinely am still not used to going back in August. Granted, September is just the other bookend of the week, but it’s more the notion of going back to school when it’s still 90 degrees and humid. It’s still the essence of August – it just seems wrong.
Schools differ greatly from state to state, but from the Finger Lakes Region to the Midwest was drastic for me.
What lured me out of New York, aside from the promise of new adventures and excellent corn, was that I wouldn’t have to take NYS regents exams. Don’t get me wrong, I always studied hard and did very well on them, but the notion of a pass or fail, credit earned or not, exam is enough to give even the best students some jitters.
