HAPPY SEPTEMBER!
Ahhhhhhh. A new month. A new month that starts on a Sunday.
A perfect time to make some sort of resolution. Go on a diet. Vow never to do something again. Or vow to take up something new.
It's like a fresh, smooth page in a crisp, new notebook. A notebook that's waiting for the first day of school ...
Which reminds me of how much I used to hate Labor Day, because it meant that school was sure to follow, a la Mary's little lamb. Even though I excelled in school, I despised it — especially the first day. Just thinking about starting a new school year made my stomach jerk around like a marionette operated by a caffeinated spastic. And once the school year started, every Sunday was sheer torture — especially at 7:00 p.m., when the ticking of the "Sixty Minutes" clock reminded me that I was a mere sliding board ride away from the start of another school week.
Even now, 22 years since the start of my high school senior year, my stomach still flops at the mere sight of the words "Back to School" as they scream at me from advertisement circulars or mock me in store windows. I still dream that I'm in school and I've forgotten to study for a test, or I've completely forgotten to attend math class, or, of course, I've neglected to switch my towel for actual clothes.
However, as much as I loathed school, and as much as my stomach still refuses to settle down, I now regard September with a fair amount of excitement — a good kind of excitement. I consider September the start of Fall, even though it doesn't "officially" begin for several weeks. It makes me want to run outside and wait under a tree for the leaves to change color.
As much as August enervates me, September energizes me. I feel like doing something.
I love feeling like I am "back" — not to school, thank god, but to "cool".
Ahhhhhhh.
fresh-baked at 02:03 PMAt 35, I think I've only had 8 Septembers that weren't back to school. From when I was born to age 4, and then the 4 years between college and grad school.
Today I started my last year as a postbacc pre-med student. I've still got 4 more Septembers to go ...
Come to mama, Eyre, my darling!
Offered by: Jodi on September 3, 2002 7:11 PMBitch, you are so lying. You are so NOT old enough to have been in your senior year of high school 22 years ago. Say it ain't so!
Although I kinda dig older chicks...
Offered by: Eyre ni Rhuth on September 3, 2002 10:33 AMJodi, forgive me for saying so........but BITE ME! Damn! I'm nursing a lonely heart at the moment and confusion is running rampant. Kindness and comprehension are beyond my abilities at the moment.
Offered by: Joan on September 2, 2002 3:30 PMSusie, let's zoom in the Happy Jew Year together when you get back from your zippy vacation. Cheers, etc.! Shalom!
Offered by: Jodi on September 2, 2002 2:18 PMYou are right September really is the start of fall...well the end of the silly season anyway...time now to get down to business. As you drive run or walk to work, ignoring all those evil BTS signs, watch the trees...then your heart really can sing at the first hint of golds and reds.
Offered by: Kevin on September 2, 2002 12:04 PMI'm so with you on this, Jodster. September is a clean slate and makes me feel rather zoom-y.
Think being a Rosh Hash Shosher has something to do with it?
Ah, got to get back to laboring on this labor-free holiday.
cheers,
Offered by: Susie on September 2, 2002 10:42 AMI always used to love new notebooks.
I remember everytime I started a new notebook, I would vow that this was going to be the neatest notebook ever, and I was going to write really tidily all the way through it, and maintain a consistent document format.
But within a fortnight a doodle would materialise (usually a spiral - my doodles were spirals on seven out of ten occasions. Once there was a doodle, I was on the slippery slope.
Offered by: Pete on September 2, 2002 7:32 AMgawd just shoot me and get it over with it.. it's been 29 years since I was a senior in h.s. No wonder I've never called for reunion of any year - they're all OD'd or hey man what year did we graduate?
Offered by: Charlene on September 2, 2002 12:31 AMThis is my very first "School-free" September.
I don't know what to do.
Offered by: Anita on September 2, 2002 12:26 AMJoan: Go back to school! Your reading comprehension is lacking! It's been 22 years since I started my senior year, not the first day of high school.
PKR: You sure are feline groovy meowadays, aren't mew!?
Offered by: Jodi on September 1, 2002 4:04 PMJodi, that's a shame that it nauseates you, because I have released it into the wild from the relative safehaven that is my site.
How was the gym?
Offered by: Pete on September 1, 2002 3:59 PM
September Resolution Number One: A renewed commitment to prancing.
September Resolution Number Two: To prance as I have never pranced before.
September Resolution Number Three: To imagine a world continually filled with the relentless driving beats of the Chemical Brothers, a world where millions of kitties prance endlessly with feral abandon.
Thanks for reminding me that it's been 22 fucking years since the first day of high school. I could have done without that sort of reference.
Offered by: Joan on September 1, 2002 3:02 PMNo, it would not have been trite, Pete. If the song didn't nauseate me as much as "Back to School" does, I would have included it.
Offered by: Jodi on September 1, 2002 2:58 PMHmmm.
So it would have been too trite to give us an mp3 today then?
I think you know which one I mean.
Offered by: Pete on September 1, 2002 2:49 PM
