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I’d mourn the loss of summer like a relationship that broke apart. Like an unrequited love that hurt. I didn’t have a choice in the seasonal change, in the way the heat escaped the air at night. I didn’t have a say in my goodbye to the atlantic ocean, the chlorine-soaked hair, the impromptu joy rides at 10 pm, the freedom.
Back-to-school ads created nervous tension, emotional nausea. Staples was not my friend. I’d cringe at the thought of acquiring a five-subject notebook and preparing for another year of math and science lab. I identified with that Green Day song — even though they were surely lamenting something else entirely. Wake me up when September ends.
Perhaps it was the onset of college that portrayed September in a brand new light. Maybe it was the New Paltz campus grounds that emitted a classic charm…