Summer of '11

Tomorrow, I shall return to the horrors of four classes a day, thirty minutes for lunch on a hard plastic stool, and the agonizing glares from the students who believe themselves to be better than me. I will march proudly into the place where my every outfit is criticized, my behavior is analyzed, and every word that passes my lips is twisted by gossiping numbskulls into things I never intended. I will dive headfirst into the sea of peer pressure, but I will swim against the current. Who says I have to follow them in their stupidity, and make the same mistakes as they do? I have my own tide to flow by.

Before I am totally occupied with quizzes, tests, and homework, I just wanted to take a minute to reflect on this summer.

This is the summer that I spent making bracelets, not only for myself, but for my friends and a wonderful group of people that I had the fortune to meet. This is the summer during which we used a sock-covered chimes mallet to play a bass drum during graduation, and afterward wore party hats. This was the first summer I've been on Twitter, and the first time I've shared my experiences via Blogger. This is the summer I wore a bathing suit in public, on more than one occasion. This is the summer I tried fried tomatoes, put hot sauce on spaghetti, and devoured more popcorn than should be legal.

This is the summer of dozens of sleepovers, with grandparents, cousins, and friends. This is the summer of the last Harry Potter movie, when the tears didn't stop until I heard about Pottermore, and realized that this is not the end. This is the summer of movies, and this is the summer I spent a huge part of without electricity, running water, and air conditioning (all at the same time!).

This is the summer I spent at the river, because my dad was finally off from work for the whole entire summer. This is the summer I learned how to wakeboard, from a science-loving sculpture professor who looks sortof like Johnny Depp. This is the summer of bike-riding, fist-pumping, fish-catching, car-driving, pier-jumping, earth-quaking, hurricaning, twig-raking, kitten-saving, nerdfighting AWESOMENESS.

This is, byfar, the best summer I have ever had. Maybe someday, another summer will bypass this one, and I will get to say that again. But I really don't see how it can get any better than this.

So I'm leaving you now, my friends, to pack up my backpack and prepare myself for the unknown craziness to come. Tears are literally pouring down my face as I type this, because I already miss doing all of these things that I love. Thank you for being here with me and reading about my insanity, and best wishes to any of you who must also return to school tomorrow. Hopefully I'll have some interesting occurrences to tell you all about in the near future. In the meantime, DFTBA!

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