Whether we choose to accept it or not, the season we all anxiously await each year has come to an end. Without fail, parents and students alike tend to reach the consensus that summer moves far too quickly, even with the newly adopted post-Labor Day start to the Wilton Public Schools\u2019 academic year. In previous years, I\u2019ve felt a fiery displeasure for returning to school, from whining to my poor mother in the mechanical pencil aisle of Staples to legitimately bawling as I brush my teeth at 7:45 a.m. on the first day. This time around feels different. Strangely enough, I\u2019m ready to be back. Perhaps I can attribute my willingness to grace Wilton High School once again to my lacking summer schedule. I\u2019ve now realized the long-anticipated relaxation and break from routine that hits mid-June remains beloved only until doing nothing becomes a routine in and of itself. Let\u2019s face it, though Wilton has a variety of serene parks, local shops, and delicious restaurants, one can only stay entertained and able to afford dining out for so long. You know you\u2019ve grown desperate when going grocery shopping with your parents becomes the highlight of the day! By the end of July, my best excuses for leaving the house were the weekly (and sometimes daily) rounds to the local ice cream shops to visit and perhaps pester my working friends. Many Wilton families cherish Block Island or Nantucket as their summer homes; I hate to brag, but I have artfully commandeered the back corner bench at Heibeck\u2019s as my own kingdom during these past few months. Certainly what\u2019s most enticing about this upcoming year at WHS is that it\u2019s my last. As much as I can\u2019t believe summer is over, I have an even harder time imagining that I am, in fact, a senior. My mind immediately jumps to the obvious milestones: spirit week, homecoming, college acceptances, prom, and graduation. In all honesty, though, these compelling events don\u2019t excite me as much as the simpler, more charming facts of life as a 12th-grader. During the next nine months, I\u2019ll sit outside my second-floor locker, galavant through the \u201cJungle\u201d with a Wilton Deli order in hand, blast music in my friends\u2019 cars in the senior parking lot, and paint my face blue and white to show more Warrior pride than ever before. Not only that, but I\u2019ll be surrounded by the same dedicated staff and dynamic class for one last time. Surely, with these somewhat romanticized opportunities come challenges, and I have no doubt that this year will foster a whole new share of stressful decisions, all-nighters, and befuddling textbook readings. More likely than not, there will come a day in the school year where I look back with tired eyes and resent my naive self for fondly bidding summer adieu. Well, to this future Eve \u2014 go grab yourself a Gofer S\u2019mores Razzle and take a walk on the track. The end of a glorious summer fizzled out due to your own boredom; please don\u2019t let a second of your final year at Wilton High School, however strenuous it may feel, be anything less than remarkable. Savor each school day as though you were still thriving in early July, with the promise of Scoop\u2019s ice cream on your tongue and the hot sun on your back. Above all, whether it be midterms in winter or tough goodbyes in spring, take no season for granted. Eve Ogdon is a senior at Wilton High School. She shares this column with five classmates.