Escuela

Ah yes, the sounds of summer are in the air. The college children are let out of school. The birds are chirping, the rivers are flowing with cold water goodness to relieve the tired, sandaled feet of the weary traveler. Box upon box of otterpops are being opened and tongues are being stained by the flavors of grape, lime and strawberry. Each morn the sun arises from between the mountains and rests its rays upon your face as you think to yourself what sort of shenanigans your day might include.

Meanwhile Hannah arrives at school. Beginning her second semester. Thank you BYU-Idaho for your awkward schedule. I dress in black and refuse to shower or come out of my room for days. Why must I must go to class once again, why must I continue going to class well into the month of July. Oh such cruelty. Such injustice.

Well, truthfully it's not quite that bad. Coming back to school will be nice I suppose.