Black Tuesday
- Wade
The date: September 7th, 1992. The place: wadE's TV room at his house in Austin. Attendees: wadE, Al, Jason, yours truly. The mood: somber.
We were watching Monday (or, if you're Frank Gifford, "Mondee") Night Football-- I think it was Washington at Dallas, but no one was really paying much attention. We knew that, within twelve hours, life, as we knew it, was going to end.
We were going back to school.
Funny how I still have some residual depression on the evening of Labor Day. I used to think how it seemed like school just had gotten out, that it was just the first week of June and time just flew so fast and now summer was gone. I detested September. September meant carrying your class schedule around with you, wearing uncomfortable new school clothes, gym class outside in the heat, needing my Dad to wake me up seven times before I got up the gumption to shower, bees in my classrooms. There was nothing good about September. It started a painful process that wouldn't complete until nine months later, when June would set me free again.
College lessened my distaste for autumn, given that a) my schedule at Olaf was a lot different than my schedule at AHS, and 2) campus was just so amazing at that time of year that I was able to look past it no longer being summer. Now, as a cube-dweller, it means even less. I actually look forward to the fall now, despite it being the signal of the onset of winter. But that doesn't stop me from feeling more than a little bad for those who had to return to school today, both teachers and students. After a summer of sleeping in, Playstation, and hanging out at the municipal pool, you're back to homework, bells, and hoping your voice doesn't crack when you ask Kim if she wants to be your biology partner for the quarter.
Happy Black Tuesday, all. Only 270 days until summer.
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