Jun 18, 2005 10:26
May is the month where you blink and you miss it. I do, anyway.
March is the musical. And you've just barely gotten over it and then suddenly you're on spring vacation, which means, okay, it's April. And you just can't stop talking about spring break once you're back, which OBVIOUSLY means it's still April, and there's still a month left of school. Except suddenly you realize that even though it feels you've JUST gotten back from Spring Break (oh, and okay, there was prom, but that was kind of a side note), it's June.
Where the hell did that month go? I swear. Apparently it happened, but when? Bedlam wasn't in May. We performed that in June. Harvey was at the very end of May. What happened at the beginning of May? Those first three weeks?
Mel and I drew on the chalk with sidewalk chalk. For some reason that very much stands out in my memory. That was around the second week of May, when I count it out. But it felt like April.
And now everyone's leaving, we're graduating, and I feel that there must be time left, because May never happened. But there's not. There's four days.