Dear God No, No, No, Why Is Summer Over

 

I'm not sure how to be happy about going back to school

I tell my mother

Crossing my arms and staring up ahead

 

She glances at me, driving

I teach middle school, how do you think I feel?

 

I mean, sure

You'll have homework and resposibilities again, but

you get to see friends everyday

and learn interesting things

about science and english and maths

 

yes but, I reply

we just got a new puppy

 

...who won't be able to pee on you all day when you're at school

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