expectations of summer: going to the beach every day, water fights, parties, random day trips, barbecues
reality of summer: moving your laptop so that the sunlight doesn't reflect on the screen when you're trying to blog
Mom: Why aren't you doing homework?
Me: I want to show my teachers that they don't own me, I'm more than just a piece in their stupid school.
Me: When I graduate, I want to still be me.
DONE. No more classes. No more alarms going off...