Books piled high on the desk, papers scattered everywhere, pencils chewed at the tip, pens empty of ink. The older people say that school is over too soon; kids can't be taken care of because they are too wild. Personally, I agree but for a different reason. It is over too soon because the stress of keeping up with deadlines is good for my character, going to bed exhausted because I have thought too hard is sensational. Crying my eyes out because I have had too much trouble and then figuring out the answer with a shout of triumph is exhilerating. School is my life. What do I do in the summer? Sit, read, draw, write, more school. School is what keeps me going on those days that I have to stay home because of quarantine. I will miss you school. It will be over too soon.