School's out for Summer

Well, not quite. As my summer draws in to the ultimate morning, i wake to the vile sounds of my brother clearing his throat before going to work. I check the time, and it's 8 am. I've woken after around three hours of asleep, but decide to stay awake in order to fix my sleeping schedule before i return to school. My eyes are stinging like a mother fucker, but I'm otherwise okay. I take a shower, brush my teeth, and consider writing a journal after thinking back about what I've done this summer.

I've achieved nothing - This doesn't bother me because I've provided myself with opportunities to achieve something in the future. I've met nobody new, despite many opportunities, yet this doesn't bother me. This is because I'm happy being able to meet the people i know more often, and seeing people i rarely see otherwise again. I've gotten to know myself a lot better than i ever could have, thanks to a close friend who i hope one day could become more. Whilst I've not become the next Usain Bolt just yet, i feel much more healthy than at the start of the summer, something i did aim for. At the beginning of the summer, i planned to read at least four books. I've yet to read more than two pages, yet i don't regret this at all. I was on the verge of mental breakdown after a series of things in my life messed up, but i got over it.

As my final week drew in, i prepared for a return to school. I started talking to people who I'd see regularly upon my return. I'd bought the things i needed before i go back, and met up with my friends for the last time in the summer. We speak about what we've all done this summer, and I'm short on things to say.

I guess I've realised we don't need to achieve something to be content with how we've spent our time. I hope you enjoyed your summer as much as i did.