There's a time in each year that we always hold dear,

The good old summer time;

With the birds and the trees and sweet-scented breezes,

In the good old summer time.

When your day's work is over

Then you are in clover,

And life is one beautiful rhyme,

No trouble annoying each one is enjoying,

The good old summer time.

I finally decided to make a new account, since my previous one got hacked by a rather cruel person. It's never too late to start over anyways. I've been enjoying my summer for quite some time, and tomorrow's the first day of tutorials-- must review for college. I'll definitely miss my junior days. I'm an incoming senior now, and it's rather overwhelming due to the speed of time. I'll miss my classmates, since we get shuffled every year.