The restless night of sleep the night before.
The nervous butterflies in my stomach.
The dread of getting up before the sun.
No matter what year it was, those feelings always seemed to go through me when it was time to go back to school.
I did not hate school.
In fact, I liked it quite a bit.
I think it was that sense of the unknown, not knowing what the teachers would be like, who would be in your classes and if you would survive another year.