To mark the beginning of school, the clouds have been lingering in the morning but breaking up in the afternoon as if to tell the kids they aren't missing a thing. I miss being in school. Or rather, I miss learning things in a structured environment. Knowing that someone else is expecting something of me brings my attention and effort to a higher level. Who's going to be disappointed if I only finish writing one chapter this week instead of two? No one's going to gently shake their head and say, "I know you can do better." Sometimes I imagine that I have to submit what I'm writing to one of my old professor's but I can only fool myself so much. I need someone to give me the tough love and slap the lazy out of me.