For the past few weeks there's been a part of a verse from the venerable
Nightswimming by
REM as my
AIM profile:
September's coming soon
I'm pining for the moon
And what if there were two,
Side by side in orbit,
Around the fairest sun?
And now its
September 2nd. My profile has been changed, the
beauty that was
August and
July and
June is gone.
Get on board, babies, September isn't coming soon, it's
here.
I shouldn't be
freaking out like this. I shouldn't be saying "freaking out," what with my
advanced vocabulary and all.
I guess its all a matter of September.
September means
school.
Back to school sales at
Sears.
Big crowds at the
mall, scrambling for the
tax free shopping week.
Little girls in
training bras wearing
halter tops to the first day of
fourth grade and
highschool freshmen, such as myself, crowding into the local highschool. Home of the
Cyclones,
Lady Cyclones, and the largest group of
binge drinkers under 16 you'll find in my part of
suburbia.
For what will be, undoubtedly,
an enriching and unique experience.