First/Second to Last

I'm going to type more this year.

Even if it's short and in incomplete sentences.

Today is my first day of class. This is probably the last push of the last hill in my career as a professional student.

This is the 27th first day of class I've ever had and I feel good at it. I've mastered the art of the first day outfit. I know where I like to sit in a classroom. And I know how to ride the waves of a silent classroom in the 10 minutes before the teacher shows up.

I don't want this to be the second to last time I do this. I want it to go on. Because I think that I'm pretty good at first days of school. And at this point in my life, I'm clinging to the things I'm good at. Tightly.