Grad Year: The beginning of the end

I think this year was the first in which I did not feel the least bit of excitement upon my return to school. And how could I be surprised, things were no different than they were before, at the end of last year.

It was almost like summer never happened, and time had stopped itself the moment school ended, and then began again, exactly where it left off, two months and three weeks later. It really felt like it. During those two months and three weeks, I didn't care all that much for the time. I wasn't constantly pushing the hands on the clock to go forward a little faster. I was on the same side that the time was on for once.

I guess I can't mean that in all complete honestly. Summer school was one of the worst, most villainous hurdles to crawl around in my recent life. But it was short. It didn't seem short while it was raping me down the throat with no. 2 pencils, but it is over now, and as I'm typing this I realize that it is all I can say. It was a heartbreaking waste of my summer, and that's all I'll leave it at for now. Let me age this sour memory, and if it sweetens over time, I will recollect with a kinder mindset. =]

The latter portion of summer was spent trying to make up for lost work hours and sleep hours. But time with my friends and purchases were peppered into every week. I had a great time during the second half of August, but I felt indifferent when it drew to a close, as if I never deserved the time off anyway. It was simply the end of the summer-long pause that imminently dawned closer. I realized I never fully relaxed enough to miss the summer when time would begin again in September, but I'm ready now that school continues once more, as if the monotonous journey through high school never ceased.

I'll live through the next ten months with a hopeful mind, however. If I don't pass every course with flying colours, if I don't get the highest scholarship to university, if I don't break records with my GPA, I'm counting on this year to be more eventful than all the others. I'm counting on my grad year to be the most memorable, treasured year of my teenhood. Fingers crossed on a fantastic ten-month party to come! =D