This is not where it’s at. I am not all that and a bag of chips, you do not rock my world. There will be no sharing, no caring; I need no nurturing, you will get no feedback, there will be no growth period, because this is not a learning experience. There are no ribbons, hats, pins, or shirts. There will be no catch phrases. There are no cans of whoop ass to be opened. There will be no boycott against gas prices, no chain letters to help a kid with cancer, no touching stories about drunk driving. You did not hear that. I will not think of the children, nor will I do anything for them. I am not tres faboo, you are not tres chic, and that is not tres outta sight. This is not the first day of the rest of our lives. This is not what it is. There will be no closure.