And so summer begins!
I looked at my schedule for summer, and holy fuck it’s full. I was considering getting a job, but damn! I’m busy!
In eleven days, I’m going to a state camp which is usually pretty fun. I’ll be there for a week. Immediately after that, I will be going to my sister’s house (also for a week.) After that, I will be attending a local 4-H camp (that I absolutely LOVE!!) And the week after that, I will be a counselor at another 4-H camp (for kids aged 8-12.) That is a month that I will be either out of town or unable to communicate with the outside world. A month!! Two days after my last camp ends, band starts and continues for the rest of the summer. My summer ends in eleven days!
Holy shit, I just realized that I have to do my summer reading within eleven days! For summer reading I have to read three books: Their Eyes Were Watching God, the Awakening, and Macbeth. I’m frankly excited to read all three, but a bit too busy right now to enjoy them. Perhaps I’ll just hang myself and everything will be okay.
Summer makes me look back at my year, and I am honestly ashamed of myself. This has been the worst year of my life, and I don’t mean that in a melodramatic manner. It isn’t an overstatement. This year has been hell.
I took on too much this year. Three AP Classes were too much. The ten clubs I’m in were too much. Everyone who had a similar schedule agreed.
I hate that I wish away a year of my life; I feel like I’m not doing it justice. I can’t help it. This year has been awful. I should be enjoying these days of my youth to their fullest; I should be living every moment; I shouldn’t regret an entire YEAR of my life! But I do.
2011, here I come! WOO SENIOR YEAR!
This summer will be fun, but in the meantime I need to read some books and take notes on them and shit!
With love and all that jazz,
Elizabeth <3
P.S. This is my favorite class saying. I find it very fitting:
Peace, pot, tequila shot
Jesus loves us, stoned or not
Sex, drugs, rock and roll
Speed, weed, birth control
Party hardy, drink bacardi
Smoke a bowl, throw a party
Smirnoff’s good, sex is heaven
We’re the class of 2011.
