As Summer descends to its end, It creeps in


Under the notion that overlooking summer's 94 limitted days

will cause the season to last forever.

Ignoring the fact that all of these plane rides and summer camps will soon be forgotten;

then Fall approaches.


Believing that somehow this year will be better than last

setting all kinds of aspirations to become

out of reach.

Swamped with homework and studying, goals disappear indicating the arrival of



The shutting of windows, closing the shutters of our lives,

making it impossible to have meaningful experiences outside of class.

The classes draining the lives out of us

only for Spring to arise.


As we feel rejuvinated and enlivened, we are reminded by the

failed tests and papers that we are still

part of the system.

But eventually the good weather surmounts the schoolwork signifying the start of




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