Yes yes, today is September 3rd, my last day of Summer. It's the most depressing time ever, all you do is get nostalgic about every single memory of the Summer, wishing you could go back. The only good part about going back is that I'm in high school now, which is pretty cool even though being a freshman sucks. My playlist for the last day of Summer is always The Boys of Summer by Don Henley and The Ataris, and also Summer '79 by The Ataris, I basically just listen to those songs over and over again, and just sit thinking about how fun the Summer was. I hate how Summer goes by faster and faster every year. I remember like 2 years ago I was just sick of Summer by the time it was over, now I'm longing for another whole month. I'll write about my experience with the first day of school and it should be a fun first day, but I would much rather have another Summer right now. I'm so used to late nights and going to bed at 4 A.M. and then waking up at 12 in the afternoon, it's going to be such a terrible switch waking up an hour and a half after I usually go to bed! I wish I didn't have to do Cross Country too, it's one hour longer and three times harder this year now that I'm no longer in Junior High. I do not wanna do it, but it's good to have something to do, and I'm a good runner, but then I have time for basically nothing else. I get home at 5-5:30 or so (unless I have a meet in which I will probably get home like an hour later!) and then I eat dinner, do homework and then I have two hours basically of free time. I would much rather do Cross Country in the Summer. I always seem to remember so much about the last day of summer from as far back as like 4th grade. I remember the last day of Summer, when I was going into 4th grade, it was a new school for me, same distrtict but new building. And I was all excited due to the fact that there was a payphone and a machine which vended juice, and a snack bar for lunch. I literally spent hours "rehearsing" lines for my teacher, Mrs. Graney, asking if I was allowed to use the vending machine and payphones because I was so anxious! 5th grade, I just remember drawing on my folders for what subjects I had, in 6th grade I remember my friend Ryan came over, and then 6th grade is when I started getting so mad on the last day of summer. It was the last day of Summer '06, and I was going to bed and I just slammed my pillow on my bed with anger, in 7th Grade I almost cried, and now 8th-going into 9th, I can't stop thinking about EVERYTHING that happened this Summer. Oh well, it's something I can get over in a day. I'm always just so miserable on the last day of Summer.