My last first day

The summer is coming to an end. My first day of class is a week from today and I'm suddenly struck by the fact that it is (hopefully) my last first day. Unlike the previous two first days, I'm not excited, anxious or nervous. Instead, I'm cranky, apprehensive, and downright depressed that my summer is over. This year I will be continuing my internship into the fall and juggling my classes. I've enjoyed having a somewhat predictable routine and the freedom this summer to do what I want, to actually have a social life. Now as my final year approaches, I feel like it's all going to go out the window again as law school always inevitably takes over everything. I'm either going to class, preparing for class or stress about going or preparing for class. It's 24/7 whereas this summer I worked 9-5 and that's it. I left work far behind as soon as I got up from the desk, turned out the lights, and went home. I didn't think about work while working out, sailing, or spending time at friends. I could veg out without guilt. It was amazing. Now, I can barely bring myself to buy books or worse, actually read the first day's assignment. I hope that my attitude changes and that I somehow become magically excited about the classes that I'm taking. It's doubtful but one can dare to hope.