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Wrong! Come on. Everybody knows that summer is the most boring time of the year. You get fourteen hours of sunlight, which causes the temperature to rise, and since we’ve had the driest year in the Washington, D.C. area, no one in their right mind wants to go outside. And for those unfortunate soles that don’t have cable television, all they show is commercials for psychic hotlines for the unsure lovers, credit cards for the unemployed, law offices for the undefended car accident victims and Jerry Springer. (Next episode: "I married my transsexual mother and gave birth to myself.")
Even though nobody wants to admit to it, we can’t wait for school to start. The American teenage society needs structure, guidance and hand-me-down "tater tots." We need to be taught for seven hours a day, given homework for another seven, and try to get by with just three meals and ten hours of sleep. That doesn’t sound too bad does it?
Unfortunately, it’s not true for this year. Yep, I’m going to start my Junior year. That means that I will get three hours of homework for each class, which I will have to do after the two-an-a-half hour long marching band rehearsal. I will drastically switch from mornings and afternoons of nothingness to mornings, afternoons and nights of work. Yippee!
I’m looking forward to this year, not as much as to what I will learn, but to just get this year over with. The Junior year(s) is(are) supposed to be the hardest, so once I get them done with, I’m home free ‘til college. But until then, I will have to work my butt off.
So come along. Follow me into a world of mystery, a world of drama, and a world of sheer panic. I just used parallel structure. Read all about the year that was 2000 and find out what happened to the class of the "Big Zero." Come on. It should be fun. Or at least keep you entertained until Jerry Springer comes on again.
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