It's freaking summer. I don't care that it's still technically spring, or that it has rained everyday for a week, or the fact that I'm still in school, prepping for finals. It's freaking summer, and all I want to do is go outside and hit the beach, do a hand stand, run in the sprinklers-stupid little kid stuff. I'm still a kid...but just for this summer.
This summer is the summer before high school. Before I head into the adult part of my education and I'm banging my head against the wall with anxiety and frustration. How can someone who's been a kid all their life just suddenly pick up and enjoy not being a kid? How am I supposed to stop drawing on my arms with Sharpee or doing my homework on the school bus? Am I suddenly supposed to grow up, become boring, and focus on my school work? Don't get me wrong, I'm a pretty smart kid, but come on!
I have this summer to enjoy being a kid, which is nearly impossible, because after this summer, I will no longer be one.