I remember that school ended that first week of June and started back after Labor Day. By the time that first day of school came around, I was dying to get back to class. I had a few weeks of summer school that curbed the monotony that eventually crept into my naïve, youthful perspective of a summer of sleep and frivolity; however, that long summer actually served as an incentive for return to a seemingly endless endeavor called school. We can’t use summer as a “tip” anymore, since summer has morphed into two months, or eight weeks, or basically enough days to just tease the spirit of a young child, never giving up the pure pleasure of three months of mindless peace. So much has changed.
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