Finals sucked. Sucked like an anteater at a breakfast buffet ant hill. At their completetion I reclined, gasping, in my chair as words formed in the tiny puffs of breath whistling through my parched lips. "I'm.....alive." I whispered in joyful amazement.
And so I was.
As the end of one thing always marks the beginning of another, the glorious finish of finals engendered the start of summer. Ah, summer, your rolling hills of jade, the empty wilderness of the sea!
I spent my first day asleep. The second day I roused myself at around 11:30 to eat some breakfast before falling back asleep. Here, in fact, is my Normal Day :
Wake up at 11:00-11:30. Shove in a bagel or other assorted breakfast foodstuff by 12:00. Perhaps watch a bit of TV, maybe pick up a good book, or just lounge around lazily until 2:00. Go in the pool from 2:00-3:00. Take a shower, comb out my hair, get dressed. Eat lunch at 4:00. Clean up lunch by 5:00. Father gets home at 6:00. You see? Completely relaxing and non-strenuous. I love it.
That is, until it was disturbed by The Dreaded Grandmother.
Now, as my 'summer job' I was appointed with the unhappy task of watching my nine year old sister who, since she is the unargued Queen of the World, refused to go to summer camp. I desperately tried to convince her and my parents, but it was futile. So, my grandmother who, apparently, was appointed this responsibility by my father, decided to pay us a visit in our "decrepit loneliness". She called us the night before and announced her arrival would be 10:00 the next morning. "But grandma," I said urgently, "we're not awake until-" CLICK. I sighed. Alas, I love her dearly, but please, please, let us sleep.
Yesterday it was pouring rain, and my friends called me and asked if I wanted to come over. I live about a mile away from them, and, as I have no car, I was therefore forced to walk a mile with a small black umbrella as my only solace. I was S.O.A. (soaked on arrival) and we all abandoned the unbrellas and tottered around in the half-flooded streets while singing and kicking water from puddles at each other. It was fun. = )
And so I was.
As the end of one thing always marks the beginning of another, the glorious finish of finals engendered the start of summer. Ah, summer, your rolling hills of jade, the empty wilderness of the sea!
I spent my first day asleep. The second day I roused myself at around 11:30 to eat some breakfast before falling back asleep. Here, in fact, is my Normal Day :
Wake up at 11:00-11:30. Shove in a bagel or other assorted breakfast foodstuff by 12:00. Perhaps watch a bit of TV, maybe pick up a good book, or just lounge around lazily until 2:00. Go in the pool from 2:00-3:00. Take a shower, comb out my hair, get dressed. Eat lunch at 4:00. Clean up lunch by 5:00. Father gets home at 6:00. You see? Completely relaxing and non-strenuous. I love it.
That is, until it was disturbed by The Dreaded Grandmother.
Now, as my 'summer job' I was appointed with the unhappy task of watching my nine year old sister who, since she is the unargued Queen of the World, refused to go to summer camp. I desperately tried to convince her and my parents, but it was futile. So, my grandmother who, apparently, was appointed this responsibility by my father, decided to pay us a visit in our "decrepit loneliness". She called us the night before and announced her arrival would be 10:00 the next morning. "But grandma," I said urgently, "we're not awake until-" CLICK. I sighed. Alas, I love her dearly, but please, please, let us sleep.
Yesterday it was pouring rain, and my friends called me and asked if I wanted to come over. I live about a mile away from them, and, as I have no car, I was therefore forced to walk a mile with a small black umbrella as my only solace. I was S.O.A. (soaked on arrival) and we all abandoned the unbrellas and tottered around in the half-flooded streets while singing and kicking water from puddles at each other. It was fun. = )
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