With September comes the beginning of a new semester.

But who cares about school...

When there's ACL:

Which got a lot of people incensed (ha ha, pun intended):

And yes, some German Housers were there, too:

But no event can have legitimacy unless there are black and white photographs to document it:

Rachael, Cayman Islander Extraordinaire, member for one year, moved out of the German House into a new place on Enfield.

The German Housers attended the housewarming party to trash the place in a civilized way.

Again, it's a new school year, and we're busy attending concerts and parties, but we have to eat as well, for which there is always the Hula Hut:

Then, when we're done going to concerts, attending parties, and eating at the Hula Hut, we want to kick back and enjoy the slow life by heading off to Marfa (and never quite managing to get there):

And what's with the arms-up-in-the-air/arms-are-meant-to-be-looked-at theme anyway?

Just to prove how seriously we are uncommitted to work, there is only one photo of clean-up day:

(That is actually Jakub hiding his face from the shame of having to work like a migrant laborer.)

Actually, there is more evidence that clean-up day did happen:

All in all, a good days' (gadzooks!) work:

And what would clean-up day be without a drink at Trudy's, where we traditionally go afterwards to wind down:

But your productivity just goes through the roof when you move out, as proven in the case of Alvaro, plasma specialist extraordinaire and member for two years, who passed his qualifiers only days after moving out of the house:

For those of us still stuck in the house in a vicious cycle of goofing off, we give our egos a boost by holding sham graduation ceremonies in our underwear.