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No　more　back…to…school　coffees　on　the　steps　of

the　Met；　no　more　sneaking　out　of　AP　French　class　for　a　cigarette；　and　no　more　itchy　poly…blend

uniforms　。　。　。　unless　you？re　planning　on　driving　all　the　frat　boys　wild　by　dressing　up　as　a　pigtailed

schoolgirl　for　Halloween。

College　is　the　time　to　reinvent　yourself　（read：　your　chance　to　pretend　you　weren？t　a　colossal

loser　in　high　school）；　so　with　only　a　little　over　a　week　left　before　we　leave　for　those　institutions　of

higher　learning；　it？s　time　to　figure　out　who　you？re　going　to　be　next。　What　color　is　your　parachute；

my　dears？　The　options　are　endless；　but　let　me　help　you　eliminate　one：　the　role　of　observant；

fabulously　chic　Web…logging　gossip　is　already　taken。

And　while　we？re　all　busy　reinventing　ourselves；　there　will　be　a　whole　new　set　of　gorgeous　girls

in　our　school　uniforms　and　TSE　cashmere　cardigans　trying　on　oversize　tortoiseshell　sunglasses　at

Barneys　after　school。　It？s　hard　to　believe；　but　we？ll　soon　be？sigh？replaced　by　the　guys　and　girls

who　have　been　carefully　studying　us　from　afar。　So　consider　this　our　last　hurrah：　it？s　our　chance　to

take　the　silver　Range　Rover　LR3s　we　got　for　graduation　for　a　ride　at　daybreak　around

Manhattan？s　silent　streets。　Our　last　chance　to　wake　up　the　investment　banker　next　door　with

rooftop　parties　at　our　Fifth　Avenue　townhouses。　To　spend　a　fortune　on　Chlo？　bags　and　Marchesa

gowns　at　Bergdorf？s　on　daddy？s　black　AmEx　card。　Ah；　heaven。　Speaking　of　which　。　。　。

trouble　in　paradise　。　。　。

Everyone　who？s　anyone　saw　or　has　heard　about　the　spectacle　ofB　andN　atS　？s　birthday　party　up

at　her　country　house　in　Ridgefield；　Connecticut；　last　month。　But　was　I　the　only　one　who