Summer Days, Drifting Away

First of all, I am extremely tired right now because I "preached" at my church for our Youth Sunday at the 8:30 am, 11 am, and 5:45 pm services, with a clarinet section leader meeting on the other side of town in between, so I've been at home a grand total of 55 minutes today, so if this post has a bunch of spelling mistakes and strange phrases, that is why.

So today is kind of sort of my last day of summer, which is kind of tragic and makes me wonder if time travel is actually real because I could have sworn it was July 4th like a week ago. It's my kind of last day of summer because now until school starts I have Band Camp, Monday through Friday, 9-5. I know, insane, and in the heat of the Florida summer to top it off. I'm excited but I'm also nervous, because a) I'm a new section leader and I don't know what to do half the time, b) My summer has been exhausting and this is gonna be tough, c) I'm dreading the eventual start of school and all of the summer homework that has to go along with that. Procrastination is always the best way to avoid stress, right? Ah, no. But my brain still hasn't completely comprehended that yet. Today was also as I mentioned, Youth Sunday at my church, which is usually the marker for the end of the summer because we reflect on all the trips we've done over the summer and this Sunday is our summer youth intern's last Sunday so if we don't have a summer intern, I guess that technically means summer's over.

So today was a great day in some aspects, lots of people complimented me on my sermon-ish thing at church, and we finished all of the bandanas for our massive army of 29 clarinet players. But in the largest way, it was a sad day. Those lazy summer afternoons and fun summer nights are pretty much over, and it's pretty much built into our DNA to mourn the end of summer, and even this big, tough, mature senior is really wishing it didn't have to end.

Well, wish me luck tomorrow! And yes, by the way, I did quote Grease for the title of this entry and I am not ashamed.

Have an excellent August 3rd,
Colleen