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Ashleigh Fryer, Senior Editor
3:30 pm PDT August 18, 2014

The first day of school was always an interesting one for me.
Ever the procrastinator, I would’ve inevitably waited until 9 p.m. on the eve of the first day of school, and be frantically rushing to complete long-assigned summer reading projects, while simultaneously painting my nails to keep up appearances and deciding which pair of jeans I’d worn too much the year before. Looking outdated would be social suicide.
I’d stress and gripe and exclaim that this summer had been the best ever — why did it have to end?