It’s dark, it’s cold, and there’s still no sign of snow. November is perhaps the most pointless month of the entire year in the New England region, and everybody knows it. Besides daylight savings letting us fall back on an extra hour of sleep after Halloween weekend, the only thing of real excitement this month was the Election. Oh, and by the way, if Palin is going to be sitting anywhere close to the White House, I’ll be halfway to Canada or deep in an alcohol induced coma. If not, well, that would be the most exciting thing November has had to offer in my recent memory. But, I’m no mind reader; I’m writing two days prior to the election.
While this new month may not be as exciting as the last (depending on your political affiliation), it sure as hell isn’t a month of relaxation. As our workloads become more grueling, those girls we were into last month start to get curious about what exactly October was all about. That means it’s time to either make a winter commitment, or disregard the occurrence as an act of drunken stupidity. That always works, right?
The falling of the leaves also means that class registration is upon us; we need to make some immediate decisions about our future. Ugh. For us seniors, that means this is the last time we have to endure the wretched process, but it also brings a degree of sadness. After all, don’t you wish you had another semester to take a few more classes that you wish you could have taken? I assume that at least some of you feel the same.
So as the weather gets bleak, you may find yourself drinking more heavily earlier, which is fine because 4:00 really means its 5:00 somewhere in the space-time continuum.
The time change brings forth earlier mornings and earlier evenings; you can’t help but feel the Earth is slowly drifting further away from the Sun. So turn on the bright lights and find something worth being excited about, because we’ve got a long, cold winter ahead of us.
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