i also have a love/hate relationship with summer.

As soon as I walked down the pathway to my school today, a lump started to form in my throat. For most people, they would have quite the opposite experience. Perhaps a weight would be lifted off their shoulders, or a lump in their throat would clear. These same people would call me crazy for not wanting school to end.

I personally love school. I don't necessarily like the amount of homework I receive, but that's not the point. I just love feeling of accomplishment that I get when I do something right, and I love sharing this experience with my classmates. As my teacher would know, sometimes we share a bit too much, but what would school be without communication?

Fast forward a couple of hours. People are laughing and shouting, bright smiles spread across their faces. The last day of school is officially over and it is now summer. To me, it seems that everyone is fed up with school and ready to leave our old classrooms except for me.

If you still don't quite get it, think about it like this: Summer time. A time where Rachel gets to sit around her house with her three-year-old siblings for three months. On the rare occasion that they leave the house, it's to go somewhere for Rachel's siblings, like the zoo. Gone are the days of laughter, replaced with days of small children, their fingers sticky from popsicles clinging to Rachel 24/7.

That's not the only reason I dread summer. This year was probably my favorite year I've ever had. My class was amazing, and I'm sad to see them go. Many I won't talk to for months. The thought of us being split up is too much for me to handle.

I wonder, in years to come, will we still remember this year? Will we still remember our discussions we had about America's Next Top Model in the middle of math class? How about all the jokes that made us crack up days later? Will we remember the many miles we walked during Flex Week? Will we even remember each other in ten or twenty years? xox, rachel