have the best summer

It’s September- traditionally a month of beginnings, endings, sitting inside for extended periods of time, etc, at least for those of us still mired in public education. I’m forced now to ask myself the question that, for the past three months, I’ve dreaded: has this been the best summer?
Arbitrarily assigning a value to a period of time is difficult to say the least, as I’ve learned in the past five minutes. This summer has certainly been enjoyable. It was, for the most part, long and langorous and green, as summer should be. On the other hand, it was marred by humidity, cloudiness, suicide, unpleasant anniversaries, expensive food, repeated hurricane warnings, and particularly obnoxious summer people. Also, I burned my fingers clean off at least once or twice.
Was this the best summer? I’m forced to admit that improvement seems possible.
Fortunately, there will be others.

this year i wanna have the time of my life!! the best summer ever !! ill let yall no wat happens!! xoxo