A Summer Prologue

It’s almost summer break, cowfolk! I’m super excited. I got some new boots from my pa and I’ve been doing pretty well.

For starters, school is almost over, and I’m hyped for that. Secondly, next year I won’t be doing band, so that’s good. But I’ll be switching to NJROTC. I hope that goes well.

I got 1290/1560 on the PSATS, 98th percentile, and I got this little award to hang up somewhere. But the spelt my name wrong on the dang thing. They said they’ll remake it, though, but I doubt it.

My dad said we’re finally gonna move. But he’s been saying that for, what, three years now? I might move out before we move. But I hope not, our trailer is as shitty as the day is long. It’s a tin can. Much too hot when the sun beats down on it, and freezing cold when winter rolls around. And the bugs, eugh. I’d rather sleep in the car sometimes.

My family is really rooting for me. Mainly so that when I get a good job and stuff, they can mooch. But they’re all telling me I’m smart and that I’ll make a good name for them. Ha! As if. I’m taking the first boy I see and marrying him ‘till he can’t even look at the colour white without being sick, and stealing his last name mission-impossible-style.

Speaking of boys, my boyfriend has been funny recently. Not in a bad way, nor a good way. But he’s just a smidgen different. I can’t quite tell what it is that’s different, but it’s something. Maybe it’s not him, but rather how I see him.

He’s okay. He’s thinks with his head, and rarely his heart. I think he’d fair from realizing that paraded purity is purely performative. But I love him very much, even if he has things to learn.

I’ve been taking showers at the start of my days, rather than the end. It helps me wake up. I’ve also began sleeping later. Probably just my brain growing into my skull and messing with my internal clock. I’ll be fine.

I realize this post is quite short, but it’s about to be lunch (I realize I mainly write before lunch— science class is apparently very boring!) so I would like to wrap this up. But a few words of wisdom for the people who see this:

A peacock's fan may be beautiful, but it's the quiet song of the robin that truly heralds the spring.

Adios! Michael Banks.