Homework Is Annoying. A Poem.

Final bell, Loud and clear

As I walk out, Summers near

In the Beginning, it'll last Forever

Beautiful days, predictable weather

Care is gone, hair is Down

Up so High, can't see the ground

Hearts may break, but Never mine

Because during summer, I'm Super Fine ;)

Got Short shorts, and Tank tops

You're not with us? Kick rocks

Wayfarers, and an OCBD

Old Sperrys and a good CD

But then,

the information packet comes

And I'm looked in the eye by what I'm running from

Summer Work

Dumb and Tedious

Then the panic, its too much

I dont have time, I'll have to rush

Then the anger, what is the reason?

I have to ruin my summer, for another season?

urgh. 

Whatever. 

 

 

 

Summer.

Darkness is falling sooner and sooner, sweaters are returning, and windows are closing. That wonderful time of the year is bidding us farewell, and sneaking away to 2013.

Remembering this summer, puts a smile onto my face. I did more this summer than I ever have, despite the fact that my family did not take a holiday. My most vivid memory is when summer was just starting. My mother and I made this sea food pasta salad, with cilantro, and tomato, and crab, and clams, and lots of lime. I can remember tasting it and realizing that summer had come, finally. We sat out on the deck under and umbrella, in our swimming suits, with my grandmother and my cousin. And when we found ourselves too hot we ran through the sprinklers.

Another memory is when my uncle, my cousin, and I went to the beach. It was an unplanned decision on a scorcher of an Independence day. I was wearing a red and white striped top and blue shorts. The water  was so cool on my legs and I found a rock that I gave to my Grandmother. (She didn't like it very much)
We all sat down in the sand and built a sand castle, but then a baby stepped on it, and that was the end of that.

I tried my hand at soccer as well. I really did it for my friends, to spend time with them. The conditioning sessions were so early in the morning, and at first I was all for it, I was ready to be Hope Solo. I ended up, being a really tired and frustrated teenager who just wanted to quit, but I didn't, then I did. I seemed to have every reason not to go. Maybe next year, I'm a Track sort of girl.

I've shared these anecdotes to prove a point, mostly to myself I suppose.
I was a little bummed about not being able to take a holiday. I was worried that my summer would be dull in comparison to some of the wonderful adventures that my friends took this summer. I enjoyed my self, surrounded by people I love and who love me back. Sure it would have been nice to do it in Rome, but I know no closeness like the closeness of home. ;)

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