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It is that time of the year again. Can you feel it?

It is the time where all the drama of life is in full swing. Where the bitches will be bitchy, the lies will get bigger; the flings of the year will blossom, only to head to hell when they end. Where we will all stress out over things that we shouldn’t have to worry about, yet we do. Where we will get drunk, high, sober, and grounded only to do it again. Friends reunite after a long hiatus, only to act like nothing happened. Rivalries rekindle like there was no time in between. It is time where we all become procrastinators (except Andy E.). Add the fact that we will, all regain OCD, ADD, ADHD, TBD (As Ellen D. said, Too Busy Disorder), EBCFD (eating bad cafeteria food disorder), and every other disorder you can think of.

That is correct, folks, school is back. Our 10 weeks of not doing anything has come to an end. Thousands of paths nationwide are going to intersect again. Ten months will fly like days. We will get back to waking up at 6 in the morning. We will get back to being used to the two things that are less reliable than Myspace: The MTA and Our School (King, Molloy, Prep, Richmond Hill, Edison, or any other school nation wide).

WE will form new friendships while keeping the old ones for the sole reason that we have to. WE will pay a dollar for an oversized cookie because it tastes good. We would get French fries that are $1.50 because it fills us up while being the cheapest thing on the menu.

We will pick fights and hook up. We join after school clubs, only to bitch about people in other after school clubs. We will hate the place, but love the people. OR, in a rare case, we will love the place, but hate the people. Or, in a not so rare case, you can just hate just about everyone and everything about yours school.

So I guess this is a goodbye to summer. We say goodbye to the hot days and warm nights. The late nights with friends. The clubbing on a weekly basis. The learning of lessons that you can never learn in a classroom. The fact that you didn’t have to worry about getting scolded for writing sentence fragments (like this blog, for instance).

So here is what I want you all to do. This weekend is Labor Day weekend. Raise some hell for these last 3-4 days. Drink, party, and have some fun. Enjoy it.

Tuesday, relax. You should have nothing on your mind. Let everything just settle on its own. Enjoy the last night.

Because come Wednesday, we are back. Raise some hell this year. Do things that you would not do otherwise. Join ceramics club with me, and have some fun. Or join something that would be different.

We got 2 years left. That is probably why we are all somewhat happy to go back to school. 2 years left of the time where all the drama of life is in full swing. Where the bitches will be bitchy, the lies will get bigger; the flings of the year will blossom, only to head to hell when they end. Where we will all stress out over things that we shouldn’t have to worry about, yet we do. Where we will get drunk, high, sober, and grounded only to do it again. Friends reunite after a long hiatus, only to act like nothing happened. Rivalries rekindle like there was no time in between. Where we all become procrastinators (except Andy E.). Add the fact that we will, all regain OCD, ADD, ADHD, TBD (As Ellen D. said, Too Busy Disorder), EBCFD (eating bad cafeteria food disorder), and every other disorder you can think of.

So now, lets all get our choice of alcohol, or if you don’t drink, Snapple (like me. Damn, I am addicted to Snapple). Raise it high because this is a toast. To the summer of 2006. Its candle will burn out long before its legend ever will.

One more thing: I don’t have all the answers. But I do have MY TWO CENTS.

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