That’s right, suckers!
Back to school, punks! Summer is over. No more fun for you. You’ve had 2 months vacation (3 months?) and now its time to pay the bill with algebra and geometry and the Catcher in the Rye.
This belligerent and gloating post is dedicated to a certain teacher friend of mine, who spent the entire summer “hanging out by the pool, dude.” He never failed to mention his summer plans whenever I said “I can’t stay out late, I have to go to work tomorrow.” And now he has to go back to work. And he is sad.
Seriously though, he’s a special ed teacher. That’s a rough job. And I admire him for doing it. He (and all those teachers who dedicate their time to our future) deserve their summers by the pool, dude.
PS I think Kenneth was in Midtown this morning. Someone tried to run me down in the crosswalk on Spring Street, but I didn’t catch the license plate.