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The smell of carpets doused with cleaning foam to hide the reek of vomit; the screech of cafeteria carts wheeling Powerbars and Vitamin Water out of storage; the glare of flourescent lightbulbs dousing waxed floor tiles--yeah, a new year at PCH has begun. So wave goodbye to those days spent soaking up cancer rays and say hello to pencils, books, and enough homework to overload your brain cells and send your body into cardiac arrest. As you resign yourself to the reality of another school year, here are a few things to keep in mind.
First, the administration would like to remind everyone about some of those rules that everyone seems to forget. Dress code? Girls, say goodbye to shorts so short that everyone can see your thong (and most people don't want to, trust me). Tardies? Get your eighty dollar shoes to class, or treat yourself to some personal meditation time in detention. Truancy? Yeah, that's right, no more quick trips to Panera during fourth period econ, unless you don't mind telling daddy why you're stuck in a cell with a woman who thinks she's the reincarnation of Marilyn Monroe.
Second, the first big dance of the year is rearing its head on the horizon. So be a good citizen and keep tabs on the dance committee. If I have to sit through another Hawaiian luau, James Bond soiree, or Mardis Gras carnival, the next issue of Lilly is going to feature my very relieved obituary.
Third, I would like to remind those of you self-proclaimed sports fanatics that football is not the only sport that PCH offers. So for those of you who spend your autumn Fridays slathering yourself in body paint and watching heavily-padded men run into each other, why not try something new? Go watch a soccer game (hey, it's a craze in Europe, right?) or stop by and visit field hockey and volleyball. If you're really ready to try something new, head over to your country club and watch the golf team. There is more to life than touchdowns and quarterbacks.
So, with that in mind, enjoy the sun while you still can. In a few days, classes will start, and the only sun you'll see will be through the slats of dust-covered blinds.
- Dorian Thorne
- Editor-in-Chief
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Back to the Grind, Editor's Desk Issue 001
