Fall Term: A Reflection

With the arrival of hopeful preps, sweaty teenagers, and hand-foot-mouth, I had no doubts that this term would be great. In September I had the pleasure of spending a week walled up in the health center and deemed the experience practice for the following weeks where I would undoubtedly spend my time walled up in the library. Before going to Fishfest I laughed at the hilarity of my leg warmers, and on the following Monday I left the dorm only to realize that the surprisingly comfortable leg gloves are now a trend. And not even an ironic one. I very quickly learned that the loves of my life are circles with a radius of five. Overall the beginning of lower year was as smooth and relatively breakdown-free as it’s supposed to be. Then midterms came, but let’s move on.There was that whole goodness thing. It seemed to die down, and I have a theory about that. In order to keep the clever minds of our generation from thinking that it’s cool and alternative to embrace badness instead, they (the government) decided to lay low on the goody talk and just let people do what they think is moral. Then again, we are teenagers. Why should we be expected to have formed a conscience by this point in our life? Anyways, Halloween was a blast. Though at one point, I did accidentally scare some children and, feeling defeated, had to put on my mask. Nevertheless Dumbledora the Explora’, whoever that was, rocked it, and Basic Witch reminded me to get my weekly supply of pumpkin spice lattes. At pep rally I was reminded of how much I despise November nights in New England, but then again, I was reminded of the exact reason why I love my New England nighttime. In Andover I was assured of my choice of high school. Later on I watched "Mean Girls" with Mrs. LaPointe’s cats. Taylor Swift’s new album came out, and it is now the reasoning behind everything I say or do. (But when strangers ask, I definitely start reciting Hozier lyrics instead.) And just to perfectly close out the term is the first a cappella showcase of the year. Swoon. Really, the worst thing that happened was Mr. Jordan’s couch being declared a fire hazard. I nap on that couch, and I do not appreciate its being objectified.Here are some statistics from the past few months:Times I lost my key card: 8Times I found my key card in my pocket: 7 (please contact me if you find my key card)Scallion pancakes consumed: 33History papers written: 2.78Times gone to wrong class: 1Maximum number of weeks gone without doing laundry: 3Times asked to be set up for EP: 7Times set up for EP: 2Sanities lost: all(And finally) Articles published (thus far): 10