Scorin’ like a bandit ’til the bubble burst – Suddenly it got to be September First.

Today is August 31st. Today is my last day of freedom. The image of that movie “Endless Summer” kept lingering in my mind’s eye all of August.

endless summer

endless summer

Then in Williamsburg two nights ago, I saw this.  😦  Sad.

endless bummer

endless bummer

Alas, school starts on Tuesday, always, the day after Labor Day. Except, I wasn’t laboring all that much this summer and certainly don’t deserve the rest and celebration of the said holiday. Took the whole summer off, didn’t go anywhere. Just hung out in new york city, doing strange projects. Well that is sort of a lie. We did visit Maine, Vermont and Mass. But indeed I did not step on a plane. And it felt good. Probably one of the nicest summers we have had in a while.

But today feels a bit more bummer. I keep humming the song “Back to School” from that god-awful movie Grease 2 (with young, unknown Michelle Pfeiffer). And I know the lyrics, sadly.

Somebody put me out of my misery now…

With that said, I am looking forward to getting back. Being busy again. Stickin’ to a schedule. Gettin’ some discipline. Teaching two classes this Fall: Growth and Development and Global Nutrition at Columbia University. Excited to mingle with a new batch of millennials

As Nelson Mandela said: “A good head and good heart are always a formidable combination. But when you add to that a literate tongue or pen, then you have something very special.”

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