8-1-98: Reassessing Things

Camp withdrawl is slowly disinegrating. I imagine Kathleen is on her way in a car for 7 and a half hours as she heads toward the beach, and I think Jackie might be swimming in the pool now. I don't miss camp. Just all the people there.

I finally picked up my violin after 2 weeks of neglect. I found out that my skills are exactly the same as before and I'm still in tune and my memory of the music is intact. I really need to practice singing because I'll have to go to choir practice around the time school starts.

...Which brings me to the topic of school that's heading my way in less than a month. I'm preparing for it all: homework, buying back-to-school stuff, all the subjects I'm taking. I think I'll be alright when the time comes, but it feels so weird knowing I'll be in 8th Grade. 8th Grade! I'll be looking down on the 6th and 7th Graders! I'm getting to be older and older: speeding through the roads, highways, and interstates of life. Summer's shifting away so quickly when all I want to do is to have my friends all around me in one little party of youthfulness. Can't it last? Can't anything last?

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