Summer is supposed to be three months of the three R's - rest, relaxation, and reading! Well, for me, anyway. I know for a fact that most kids don't read in the summer, unless you count Facebook posts and text messages.
My summer has not been ANYTHING like that. Except for Twilight and Breaking Dawn, both of which I read this weekend (Breaking Dawn was so amazing that I don't even want to talk about it, by the way) I have maybe read one or two books. ALL SUMMER.
Why is this? June, I coached, taught, babysat, and lifeguarded, coming home at 9 utterly exhausted. July I babysat, lifeguarded, and went to Girls' Camp, youth conference, and the stake priest/laurel Palmyra trip. August, I'm lifeguarding EVERY SINGLE FREE DAY I HAVE, whilst I put the finishing touches on lots of things and prepare my room for packing.
I'm not really sure that I'm complaining, though. Yes, I would have liked to have more time to hang out with my friends, sleep in, and read books, but if my hours weren't scheduled for me would I actually have done any of that? Or would I just have lolled around the house in my pajamas playing Final Fantasy 8? Unknown. But probably the latter. When I was younger that's what I did, and summer seemed to take FOREVER. And this summer flew by. Also, I made more than one bucket-load of moolah. In celebration, I bought myself a pair of kickin' Chucks. Woot!
I lifeguard all next week, go on one last vacation with my family, pack up my rooms into boxes and bags, go to Utah with Mom and Ben, and then 'I'm Leavin' On a Jetplane!'
Auf wiedersehen, dudes.