Summer's End

Wow. It doesn't seem real--being back here at school. I remember when I left--I was so excited about the upcoming summer. Being at home with my family and friends--it was going to be great!

It was great, and it was definitely the most interesting summer I've ever had, with it's usual up and downs. I picked up human excrement voluntarily for one of my jobs in many places, and one memorable time in the checkout aisle at K-Mart--it's funny now, but believe me, it was NOT funny then!-- and helped rude people in another job. And despite this--and many, MANY other stories I can't wait to share with my friends--I wanted to stay. I didn't want to come back to school, and get in the groove of things. Tests, quizzes, studying, homework, pesto wraps--bad memories come back to haunt me.

And then every time I think of something bad I think of something good--the exercise I desperately need, seeing my friends, and hopefully future trips to the dollar store. For every bad memory there are ten good ones. Memories of my Florida vacation, memories of working with the best people in the world in the Financial Aid office at JCC--hi, Suzanne!!--getting to go home every night--it was the best. It was a very, very busy summer, but one I'll never forget.

This entry may seem like a lot of pointless chatter, so you'll have to forgive me. I'm feeling a little--ok, a lot--out of it tonight. I'm exhausted. I miss my parents and sister, who helped move me into my room today, and I'm choosing to be a big baby--I don't want to go to school! That would mean that summer has ended. Do I have to grow up? I know I have to face reality--summer is over--officially over as of 9:00 am tomorrow morning. The start of my first class and a brand-new semester. Thinking about the entire semester makes me want to crawl into bed and stay there for ten years. Ten hours would even be good.

When's our first vacation?