It's pretty hard to tell right now.  The weather is crazy, like we're going through a whole year every week.  And it's probably the first time in my life that I want summer to be over, and it to be time to go to school.  Why? Because this summer is, well, just not summer.  I got a job, and while that was something I expected, it's messing up life a lot more than I thought it would.  And it's not the greatest job either.  OK, I don't share the attitude of many  of my co-workers that it's a horrible place to work and I should go look for something else immediatly.  But it's hard to know if that's just because I've never had a job before (teaching a swim lesson a week doesn't really count) or that I know it's only for the summer.  I would never be able to cashier for my whole life, but for now it's all right.  Only, the hours are horrible.  Being the lowly high-school-new-girl, I have evening shift, which is....Well, it goes until 11PM.  The first week started at 230, this week at 3, next week its supposed to be 330.  If it goes up to 4 after that, I am complaining loudly.  I don't really mind not working as long, but I get fewer breaks, and I do need money.  Which is the reason I'm working at all.
      But when I stop and think what I just spent the last eight hours doing....
      And of course, such hours completley destroy any chance of a social life.  Yes, I did have one.  For about three weeks at the end of school there.  Now, despite oh so many "I'll see you later"s and "We'll hang out this summer"s at graduatioin, I've seen none of those people since.  And with work scheduals the way they are, my Saturdays dissapear, as to afternoons and evenings throughout the week, and graduation parties must be missed, and so much else as well.
     There was one moment when I thought that something might happen this summer.  But he and I were both expecting something that had been there before, and it just wasn't anymore.

This is summer?

This is my summer.