I've been out of school for *CENSORED* years now, but September is still a time of promise and new beginnings; it's more of a new year than New Year's Day itself. But there's an undercurrent of melancholy as well, because promise and new beginnings can be so easily squandered. The warm days of early autumn remind me of the countless hours I spent exploring when I should have been attending classes at SU. At the time I thought myself free, but now I realize I was just running away from something. This is the year I'm finally going to learn from the mistakes of my past, and make the most of the promise of this new beginning.