End of Summer Countdown Before School Year

End of summer countdown before school year... countless decades graduating contemptible cum laude hence same time frame every August since...the stone temple pilot age, this beastie boy flashes back to yahoos whose rawhide (mine) they miraculously never whipped! Uneasy panic stricken mindset ensued mere weeks prior when mum calls "time to wait for bus," despite miserable, horrible, and execrable experience boarding trademark yellow beast, when driver opens maw generating "whoosh" quickly scanning parallel rows of cushioned seats counting blessing after espying pitch perfect place to plop posterior farthest distance but tween one nerd i.e. yours truly, garden variety long haired pencil neck geek and posse of unruly purple people eaters, analogous to doppleganger Barney's (the playful dinosaur kids love), nonetheless able, ready and willing to shoot cruel, galling, leering, quizzing...painful piercing skin hardened killing stares accompanied with smoke issuing nostrils awaiting golden opportunity to kick me bony bum keister while I frantically scurried, hightailed bat of hell exitted out hydraulic operated door, oft times mostly quick enough to hurriedly scamper among madding crowd of students eagerly (ha) awaiting to enter academia's gruff feet teed hallowed bricked walls, one puny pubescent hiding these lovely bones out of harm's way, meanwhile my heart did beat mile a minute, profuse sweat drenched (even during dead of winter), and pulse went thru stratosphere, which reprieve lasted until deafening bell broad cast courtesy intercom indicated all liz fair in love and war (that sacred metaphorical loving battleground being trapped inside storied halls of learning thank ye skool of hard knocks, doing level best to sidle in close proximity to baddest, biggest, boldest incredible hulk hoping to stave off inevitable, yet unbeknownst to this then scrappy runt, said goliath brute (I spontaneously cozied up), alongside main ringleader regarding rebel rousers, thus unwittingly, nicely, handily delivering sought after prey perfectly into predator's clutches realizing to late (ex post facto), a self touted pièce de résistance did nothing to thwart salvation, ah joy fully recalling fond memories contributing to electric kool aid positive battery acid test learning experiences at Methacton ideally trained for guerilla warfare.