Magical Time of Year

No, not Christmas. Though I guess it's a little like Christmas, and I get to be Santa, except instead of presents I get to dole out the harshness. Yep, it's EOF time! EOF is my month of living in what can be adequately described as a penal colony, only with worse food, less living space, and a shit ton of seventeen year olds buzzing about like deadly African tsetse flies, except instead of carrying malaria, their gaping maws drip with liquified frustration. Also, I'd like to let my readers know that I am going to keep a diary of my experiences. Yes, thats right, once per day, for over a month, I will make an entry, to paint a picture of my exquisite suffering for all to read, since my readers are probably pissed that I don't update this site more than once every three months anyway. I suppose it's making up for lost time. First day is tomorrow, and as our motto for this went last year, "Keep suckin'!"