7. Fall Resolutions

So...August made me totally abandon this blog.  Bad, bad, Jessica.

I'm ready for September, though.  After...let's see...school from age three to twenty, and then again from from twenty-five to thirty, that means I've spent less than a third of my life   without the academic calendar ruling things.

But it still kind of does.  Originated by the harvest season, or so I read in an article endorsement of year-round school, which I have no opinion on, summer to me is a time of freedom and fun; one could argue that in warm climates like Los Angeles, those opportunities never really go away, but I would disagree.  Summer is the shedding of a skin, a layer of immaturity, bad habits.  It's a time of growth spurts and changing bodies as the heat reduces appetite and inspires activity.  Then, hopefully with a bangin' Labor Day barbecue, Fall arrives...I can't call it "autumn" here because the leaves don't change.

School has only been good to me, even in fifth grade, when I refused to brush my hair and everyone called me Vampire the entire fucking year because I bit the shit out of some kid's hand to stop him from beating me up.  (Why the hell did he have me in a head lock?  All I remember is watching clumps of my hair floating to the floor?)  That next summer, I got to look forward to sixth grade...new school, new people, new haircut, whatever.  Maybe things would be different...at the very least, I'd learn something.

So as a creature of a habit stripped of her routine, I maintain that with Fall, I begin a new year.  Things are different, and hopefully, I'll get to see another summer...and do it all over again.

In that jubilant spirit, I offer, as my first post of September:

WHAT I LEARNED ON MY SUMMER VACATION  (link to follow...but I gotta get this post up in August for nothing but my own satisfaction)

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