A time for fun, a time for relaxation, a time without the worry of homework. That's what the summer used mean to me my entire up untill the summer of '08. I had survived the first year of high school, and was looking forward to a three week trip over to jolly old England. It was the best summer of my life. For the first three days my dad and I wandered the streets of London sightseeing, and we managed to see two musicals on west end. Then for the remainder of the trip we were hiking through the Lakeland district along the Cumbria (or Cumbrian) Way. Then the next year of school came and it was the most mind-blowing ride of my life. My school decided to go with a new course (musical theater) and I managed to get in with realative ease. We were to prepare a production in six months and do several performance for thousands of audience members. Needless to say the show was a hit and the cast party after was satisfying. Things quickly quieted down as second semester rolled around. I pretty much found myself in an auto-pilot mode, as all of my classes were academic *sigh*. Now I find myself in the Summer and there is nothing special about it. Sure I don't have school for another three weeks or so, but thats just it. It's another three weeks until school starts. I had so much fun last year that I just want to jump into the next year. What does it mean? Musical theater, and an entire academic second semester (woohoo). Now that I have so many interesting things going on at school, the summer pales in comparison as to how fun it can be. Ever since the beginning of the summer my days have been filled with reading, playing games, memorizing monologues, or drawing horrible abominations in my sketchbook. What does summer as a whole mean to me at the moment? Clawing my eyes out about how fucking awesome the next school year will be, and no one can convince me otherwise.