I was flipping through the senior book I got today, a simple laminated and bound book of things every senior wanted to say or remember. I read Carrie's, Rachel's, Craig's, Aubrey's; Sam's and Jeremy's, Crystal's and Wayne's. None of them made me smile as much as Mar's did. None of them brought back as many clear, innocent memories as Mar's.

Hers was written about the beginning of last summer, the first day we got out of school, which also happened to be Craig's, Jeremy's, and Andy's birthday. We'd all decided to celebrate up at Mar's house and so, for a while after school (it had been a half day, if I remember correctly), I threw my clothes for Baccalaureate in the back of my car (I'd just begun to drive), and headed up to Mar's on Reservoir Hill Road. When I got there, everyone had arrived, and I immediately went in her house to change into my swimsuit and grab a towel. We went to the pond for hours, played in the water and the sun, hosting mock pirate battles and wars, each of us falling in the groggy water more than once, capsizing the boats, or being slain by a rather sticky handful of mud, courtesy of Wayne.

That was only one such time. I spent the beginning of that summer in wonderful bliss, and the summer before was similarly spent. I miss such times, when Mar and I were friends and everything was absolutely wonderful and there was none of this fighting, no possession charges, no pregnancy scares... everything was childishly conducted and no one minded. We were just kids, not... not young adults, heading into a life of our own.

I miss those days when I didn't feel so strongly for Matt, and when Mar and I didn't hate each other so.

This summer is going to be so different from any other. I know I'll be working more and more, working all the time until I have time for no one, not even myself. Five days of work await me this week, starting tonight, and I'm not looking forward to any of it. I simply want to stay home, sleep, enjoy my summer. I wish I worked somewhere other than Acorn, but alas. It's a shame I didn't get that job at Movie Madness. I would have liked it there...

All this nonsense is rather depressing. I'll go sleep for an hour before work.

Graduation is only eleven days away now. Today my high school career came to a near close, and that will be finalized on the 22nd.