Summer Time Blues!

Free at last. Free at last. Thank almighty being that I don't particularly believe in I am free at last. Finals are over, and my summer has began.

I would usually be more than excited that summer has began, but this time I am much more pessimistic of what summer holds for me. To all students, young and older like me, summer is this mythical time. Full of hope, optimism, adventure, and the works. In the past, I was always the same way. Summer was my time. I always hoped that the next would be greater than the previous.

Sweet Home Alabama

Have you ever had someone from another place move into your neighborhood. If the simply come from a different city, they are a bit strange. But if they come from a different state, or even country, they are all together weird. Now imagine their point of view, you are so much stranger than them.