Back to School.

A lot of unhappy-looking students wandering to, and through, campus this morning. Oh, that's right -- it's the first Friday morning of the school year. After the first day of classes. And, more importantly for some, I am sure, the morning following the first all-out-rocking Thursday night of the new year. Never mind that 95 per cent of first-year students this year are still underage. By a lot.

I can say that the student ghetto was alive last night and has the scars to prove it this morning. Lawns everywhere, hungover. Even the squirrels were taking the walk of shame, the morning's bright sunshine stabbing at their brains like a thousand pins strategically placed in their eyes. Acupuncture frightens me.