School. Yep. It's sneaking up on us pretty fast. But don't you fear, because school is cool. And that rhymes so it must be true. Pack up your summer gear, and I'm sorry to say, kiss your camp pals good-bye. You'll soon be shopping for binders, folders, pencils, pens, paper, calculators, graph paper, clothes (YAY), back-packs, and brown paper bags. And that's just the fun part! You'll also have to LEARN. Which is kind of great. Put on those glasses, folks, and put down those MAD magazines, you have to get ready, because it is never good to be late for school.

My one word of advice when you open, once again, those great steel and/or wood and/or plastic and/or lynolium doors, and enter the great beyond that is known as an education, NEVER EVER forget your pencil. Or your brain. Which is more important than the pencil, but still grab your pencil on the way out of your house as to be sure there will be NO problems this term, or the next. Or the next. Or the next. Hopefully you'll carry this advice throughout the halls, smiling to your teachers and giving them dirty looks as they pass. Waving to classmates, and eating your lunch. The pencil stays on your ear, or inside, whichever one works best. Keep the memory of your summer, because a whole of ten or so months will pass before you'll get to run around in the sprinkler, or eat a popsicle on the logs by the river. When school starts (and let me repeat this) will be the first time in two months that you won't forget your pencil when you leave the house.

It will be the first time you'll have to sit for hours in a chair fit for a cushion but doesn't have one because the school is cheap. Will be the first time the ice-cream man doesn't come in his little white van with the songs and the horns and the lights... and the ice-cream. Will be the first time you'll actually miss your mom when she kisses your cheek. And I'm sorry, ever so sorry. ='( But it sucks to be us. And even though school is cool, it's sort of un-cool. All of the memories we keep but we can't re-live, and the bored stare of your teacher writing 7=678590_YXZ-0+12300009+-/\9987TX1246099 on the chalk board and expecting you to know what she means. Horrible. Just horrifyingly horrible.

So HAVE A GOOD SCHOOL YEAR, EVERYONE!