My doctor tells me to stop thinking about time. I know what he means, but I always feel the same when a new school year begins. A sense of hope, a rush of disbelief that I made it through another summer. And running parallel, the knowledge that none of this means I am protected from what’s to come. I imagine that at the end of even the oldest person’s life, part of them must think that it went so quickly. As if their very existence had once been infinite, and suddenly it all seems like it must have been a dream. - Sarah Coglianese