For more than two decades, August has meant only one thing to me: school. When August came, I knew that school was right around the corner with only a couple more weeks to squeeze in that summertime relaxation. Come August, the store aisles become lined with pencils, notebooks, calculators, and binders. Those items used to make me cringe as my last few weeks of freedom began to fade away. The beginning of August was a dreaded time, but soon enough school would start back up and the normal rhythms of life would resume.