My dearest schedule,

It is August 29th as I write this. The air gets cooler by the day. Each morning there is a slight chill in the air that reminds me that summer is waning with each breath.

I hope you are well. I hope that the sun is shining in your face and you know how much I yearn for you to be by my side. But every day that I do not hear from you, I grow worried. I fear that our time outside of school will be too short. Time is fleeting, schedule. I wish to take that time and get ready for our inevitable return to that florescent lit hell that we call a school.

I hear word from others that have already met with their schedules. Those lucky so and so’s have already had their day in the sun to make sure that they are adequately prepared for the upcoming year. But alas, that is not I. You and I are still apart and it makes my heart sad. I feel as though I am being set up for failure yet again, oh schedule. I hear murmurs on the street that others have begun prepping their classrooms. How can I do the same if I do not know where and when I can commence my day?

I look around constantly for news of your arrival. Yet I am left with nothing but despair. I hear the people that will facilitate your arrival are returning from their holidays. How could they vacate their posts when they are needed the most? How can they keep us apart when it is fate that cements us together?

I pray that by the time you get this note, we will be together. I hope that by the time you get this, I have adequately prepared for my return. I hope that our absence from each other does not permanently hinder my performance for observations and additional preparation.

Be safe, but make haste oh schedule.

Listen to the bell, schedule. It tolls for thee.