I am ready ready ready for summer school to be over. And then I get to go to California and Disneyland and do fun summer things.
And then I’ll freak out about how I’m a really poor college student that doesn’t really know what she’s doing with her life when I get back home.
And now that it’s almost 2:30 in the afternoon, I should probably eat breakfast.
I listen to the summer symphony outside my window. Truthfully, it’s not a symphony at all. There’s no tune, no melody, only the same notes over and over. Chirps and tweets and trills and burples. It’s as if the insect orchestra is forever tuning their instruments, forever waiting for the maestro to tap his baton and bring them to order. I, for one, hope the maestro never comes. I love the musical mess of it.
-Love, Stargirl Jerry Spinelli