After four months of school, I am at last free to do whatever I feel like doing. Today is my favourite writer's birthday and I want to congratulate him, but... I am terrified. What am I supposed to write in that damn message? Oh, well, I'll make something up on the way.
I can't believe I'm going to have almost four weeks to clear my mind. Too much information is bad, almost unhealthy.
Having been given enough homework to deal with, some things will have to wait until summer. And some will have to be done in the next two months, before I turn 18. The need to have something to retell to my grandchildren is what drives me now. If memories are