The raw excitement on the first day of school has always been an unmatched enthusiasm. Hearing the bus rumble by my house still renders me, a student with a notorious past of missing the bus, absolutely panic-stricken. Despite obvious differences in this school year, those same feelings of first-day anxieties and eagerness were a welcome familiarity amongst an otherwise uncertain week.
I could finally reactivate the three school-morning alarms on my phone, much to the disturbance of an entirely different sleep schedule that I had formed during the summer; I like to consider my first two alarms as mere suggestions to begin to wake up, whereas the third alarm is my last ditch effort. Regardless, I have genuinely never woken up quicker than the first day of senior year. My parents insisted that I come to the bottom of the driveway to take pictures in front of my “Class of 2021” senior sign — the kind of photos that will later inundate Facebook pages as sentimental parents lament their child’s last first-day.