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Aimsel Ponti

Aimsel Ponti is a Content Producer at and a music writer for and the Portland Press Herald. She has been obsessed with - and inspired by - music since she listened to Monkees records borrowed from the town library when she was six years old. She bought her first Rolling Stones record at a flea market when she was in 7th grade and discovered David Bowie a year later. She's a HUGE fan of the local music scene and covers it along with national musical happenings in her "Face the Music" column and with artist interviews that appear in print in the Portland Press Herald and online at You'll also find her out and about absorbing live music like a sponge and roaming around local record shops and flea markets. Aimsel is also the host of Music from 207 on 98.9 WCLZ and appears monthly on the News Center Maine TV show “207” to talk of course.

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Posted: August 9, 2013

That old familiar "back-to-school" feeling…set to music

Wow. It hits me every year, despite the fact that I’ve been out of school for nine trillion years. Every mid-August the feeling never fails to unnerve me.

“It” being that horrible, sinking feeling of having to go back to school. That chilling feeling that comes across me when I see ads for back to school clothing and supplies. That feeling of horror when Halloween stuff starts appearing in stores even thought it’s  a hot summer day. The pain in my heart when I realize that the actual number of summer vacation days is dwindling and there’s so much stuff I still want do to.

Of course none of this is real. Like I said, I haven’t been  a student (other than, of course, a “student of life”) for eons. But the feeling is a haunting one. I think back to the summers between say 3rd and 4th grade or 7th and 8th grade. One minute it’s the Fourth of July and the next I’m at CVS staring at notebooks, pens and such. Or I’m at the mall with my mother trying on cords at The Gap.

One minute I’m carefree and wild with all the time in the world. There’s plenty of time for watching the adventures of Luke & Laura on General Hospital, endless time for hanging out with friends, tons of time for playing cards with Nana Mary, all sorts of time for listening to Red Sox games on a transistor radio while doing yardwork with Papa.

And then it happens: The first morning when it’s less than scorching hot out, the first night when it doesn’t stay light out as long it should, the first time I really look at the calendar and realize that the number of days I have until school starts is clinging to double digits for dear life.

I don’t think I’ll ever fully shake this annual feeling. So of course I”ll work with it and compile a list of appropriate songs to fit the mood.

Is anyone with me on this or am I alone in my phantom pain?

So here we go with the songs. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

 “End of the Summer” by Dar Williams

“Another Brick in the Wall Part 2,” by Pink Floyd

“Summer is Over,” by Dusty Springfield

“The Last Day of Summer”  by The Cure

“Headmaster Ritual,” by The Smiths

and of course...”I Don’t Like Mondays,” by The Boomtown Rats

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