So, that summer, my family and I didn't go on our annual vacation until August. That meant less than two weeks between when we got back and when school started.
I did a lot of thinking on the six hour plane... which only got us to the connecting flight of another three hours. In my mind, summer was basically over. Because of an up and down social and emotional school year the year before, I was so anxious about yet another year. I had occasionally acted like a maniacal cat girl who carried around knives (from the cafeteria). I wasn't sure what the kids thought of me.
I thought of that on the plane... and I thought about my sexuality. I unearthed it and groaned. Did I know my sexuality? How am I supposed to know? I had thrown myself back into the turmoil.