It’s the end of August. As fall looms ahead, we are faced with one blatant, glaring, indisputable fact that most of us attempt to ignore. It is the end of summer.
That’s right! Pack up those swimsuits, take off your friendship bracelets, hide those brightly colored nail polishes – they’ll only make you sad.
Now, fall is a wonderful season, it really is. Pumpkin picking, apple cider, and sweaters are things I look forward to all year. I know I’m not alone. So why all this animosity? Why does summer get all the love? I’ll tell you why. One word. School.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate school. I would just rather not to have to go. Like ever. I’m sure if you polled the teenage population of East Greenwich, they’d
say the same thing. From my point of view, you understand, I don’t have much to look forward to. Sure, it’s nice to see everyone after two months. For the first three days. Then we have to go from freedom and ice cream and beachy days, to business. Senior project, applying to colleges, focusing on things other than our tan lines. You see, from where I stand, the immediate future doesn’t look very bright!
I’m ready to be done; I want to go to college. School has barely started and I’ve already developed a severe case of Senior-itis. Nice going, Rach. Alas, I will try to think positive. Maybe my Senior Project will do itself?
Ta-ta for now!
P.S. Did I mention that I have to get my wisdom teeth out on Sept. 6? Believe it or not, I have five of them. Like a shark. That must be why I’m so wise.