Drawing the Chicken 8: On Starting (again)

(and again)

It was the night before my first day of twelfth grade. I had been home for a month, having missed my eleventh grade final exams due to an eye surgery. But my surgeries were routine and my grades good anyway, so my school had promoted me to the 12th regardless. I remember that night because I think it was the most anxious I have ever felt: I couldn’t sl…