Here comes the sun...

Dear School,

You are a good friend, though I use that term loosely. You and I didn't get a long at first. We had our ups and downs. After all, it seemed like you were clingy. I remember when we first met. You went through my stuff and put weird books on my shelf. That was creepy, School, but we got worked it out. Then there was the phase where you asked me to buy you expensive things like art equipment and drawing supplies, but we got over that too.


But School, this is too much. I need my space. School. You know that. So why do you think its okay to ask me to show up at your place for the entire day when the sun is shining outside? You can't expect me to be the same person I was winter quarter. It's 83 degrees outside with a beach just a few minutes down the road. So School. I'm afraid we're through. Sorry.

What's that you say?
Career?

Oh... Yeah.