Author Josh Kenney

The trees are now bare, and we students are restless. In short, it's time for a well deserved break. Next Tuesday we'll all part ways with Fairfield for a five-day hometown retreat to relax, sleep, drink and feast in preparation for the homestretch of the fall semester.

Oh, registration; what will we ever do without you? Regardless of one's own personal opinion on the subject, I can't believe this will be the final time I am registering for classes.

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.

This column spawned as a reaction to the allegations of anyone who truly believes that 'He Said is Dead.' I initially found this odd considering women usually have a problem with this column. Thus by Aristotle's logic, this would make you all women.

Today is Thursday. At five o' clock this evening the underachieving portion of the student population begins the first round of yet another weekend of belligerence. Having nursed your hangover through the better part of the last three, I offer some insight and humor into the days which matter most.

'shy;'shy;When Miss Masciadrelli suggested etiquette as this week's topic, I was confounded as to what I should write. But upon closer introspection I realized how intoxication can turn a weekend night at Fairfield into a disaster. While one may not perceive etiquette to be important, heeding these two simple pieces of advice will save you much grief, time, money and unforeseen medical expenses.

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Those short ten weeks were to encompass festivities that never seemed to come to fruition. But now that we are all in college summer vacation never seems to end. After the first month of work, internships, or what have you, the mind inevitably wonders how much nicer it would be to be back at Fairfield.