Summer Comes and Goes

As I sit at my computer typing this, I look out the window.

It’s dark.

Very dark.

Any minute now, the rain’s going to start pouring. Run for cover.

***

Let’s flashback.

Say…

I was going to mention the date we were going to look back to, but it just began raining.

The rain just suddenly stopped.

Oh, here it is again.

No, it stopped again.

Let’s just go back to our subject before I get totally immersed into this abyss of rain stopping and starting.

***

As I was saying before I was, how do I say this, “rudely interrupted”, let’s flashback.

Two months back.

The 11^th day of May, 2001.

I look at my calendar and see that May 11 was a Friday. Tennis class.

But that doesn’t matter.

Hehe.

What matters is that it was summer that May 11^th.

Ah, summer…

Joy, fun, bliss, heat…

Summer…

***

My summer was great.

I graduated with honors from grade 6, was part of a select batch of 21 fine young men who were academically qualified to skip grade 7 and move on straight to high school, won title of “Most Improved Player” at my summer tennis camp (I deserved it… hehe…), got a new cellphone, received the Sacrament of Confirmation, bla, bla, bla…

Pretty cool, huh?

But, alas, my summer as I knew it suddenly ceased to exist. On the night of June 12^th, I was traumatized in my bed, stunned by the fact that the “bliss” of school was only hours away.

I hated that night.

Oh sure, it might have been “the memorable last night of summer”, but that was just the problem. It was the last night of summer.

I couldn’t sleep, knowing that if I slept I would just wake up to my doom.

But I slept.

Must have had a mental block.

***

Even as I sit here now, talking to you (in a way), I am still lost here in the fracas known as school.

High school’s not too bad, but I would rather be someplace vacationing.

This is so sad.

***

Sometimes I wonder, “How the heck did summer fly by that fast?”

I’m so sorry, I just can’t stop reminiscing.

Oh, the summer…

***

Can anyone get me out of my miserable state and make me look forward to each and every day of school? (I know I was exaggerating there, of course you’ve always got something to look forward to each day and that’s living your life, but, you know what I mean.)

Really, can anyone?

Well if its any consolation to me, my dad told me at the beginning of the school year, “As each day of school passes, summer draws nearer (or something like that).”

You know what, that sounds pretty comforting.