Hence begins the first time I’ve ever posted a blog. I have never done it before, as:

a. the internet is a scary place

b. colleges will find me and read my blog .___.

but I guess it doesn’t matter as long as I pretend it is a story, right? So at school, yearbooks have just been released into the wild, adolescent world. Summer sparkles in the air like dust particles in rays of sunlight: sometimes it’s visible, sometimes it’s not, but we all know it’s there. If you step outside when the rim of the sun brushes the harsh edge of the mountain, the very air smells like summer. It’s delicious, fantastic, light, and airy. oh summer, summer, summer… I can’t wait.