All the rest have thirty-one…
In the course of these thirty-one days, I
- composed sixteen poems,
- listened to over 2,100 songs (an average of 68 tracks per day),
- visited the Chautauqua Institution a few times,
- lived through torrential downpours,
- started cleaning our mess of a basement,
- played my favorite character ever (Millie from “Thoroughly Modern Millie”),
- listened to the whole Avenue Q soundtrack and thought it was hilarious,
- traveled through a mud-soaked town,
- was carried by my best friend over a mud puddle that was too deep,
- took pictures of my friend sitting above a mud-covered steeplechase pit,
- began my fifth season of cross country,
- attended a funeral,
- went swimming the most I have all summer,
- ran down the longest road of my life TWICE,
- hung out with cousins I haven’t seen in four years,
- genuinely wanted to help people, but then ended up doing nothing,
- took part in the most annoying theater experience of my life,
- decided I have found my niche,
- haven’t been able to stop listening to The Beatles,
- took apart my childhood, piece by piece,
- had a bathroom to myself for a little while,
- moved my oldest brother back home, for the umpteenth time,
- have had to get my dad numerous pages of directions off of mapquest because he is technologically illiterate and can’t do it himself,
- discovered just how much I like Imogen Heap,
- watched Grady grow into a monster puppy,
- witnessed Ruby’s crush on Reggie and watched him reject her,
- got angry that school was starting days ahead of schedule,
- experienced the hottest week of summer,
- experienced the coldest week of summer,
- threw rocks in the creek,
- and was alive for every minute.
Here’s to hoping September is just as peaceful and relaxing. Yeah, right.


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