It's Friday afternoon.
Classes start Monday.
I need a cliche.
Is this the calm before the storm or the storm before the calm?
Are we poised on the brink of a precipice, stepping over a new threshold, or setting out into unknown territory?
Are we filling a bucket, lighting a torch, or dowsing the torch in the bucket?
Will we stand on the shoulders of giants or boldly go where no man has gone before? (If the latter, I'm taking Chapstick.)
Will we seize the day, soar with the eagles, or sink like a rock?
The possibilities are endless. And so, apparently, are the cliches.