The man came today to fix the air conditioner in my car. Terah for that. It seems to me, for some reason, that the summer’s gone by so fast, but so slowly as well. Time flows like that with me. A few months will pass, and then suddenly I realize that a few months have passed. It never seems like a short time until I realize the passing time. It’s the first of August. The tax-free holiday is going on this weekend in the state. They’ve started football and volleyball practices, and summer band began yesterday. My Aaron’s been making plans all summer for going off to Dallas, but it’s only now that I realize he goes off in two weeks. Two weeks is all he has left of summer. Three and a half weeks is all I have left of summer. Things have just started piling upon me now. I have to leave work in two weeks. I have to pay the school. I have to see all my friends I haven’t seen all summer because they’ve been away (and they still are). I have to pack. I have to help my love pack. I have to see him off. I have so many things to do within the span of a few weeks. It doesn’t seem possible that two and a half months of summer has passed and all I have to show for it is money in the bank and longer hair. As the time passes, I think to myself, “This is unbearable. I can’t go on like this. I can’t wait to be back at school.” And now I see how little time I have left before I go off, and I think, “What happened to all my time? I don’t want to go back to school quite yet.” But deep down in my heart and my mind, I want to go back to school more than anything else right now. Conflict. Always. There’s never enough time, but when you have it you waste it and then complain about how little time you have. When I say ‘you’, of course I mean ‘I’.