It is so hot outside! They say we're supposed to cool off over the weekend, but I am melting away! I get so irritable when it's hot like this and it has been absolutely stifling. I think I’ll go off on a rant about summer, as long as we’re on the subject!
I hate summer. I always have and I think that I always will. Summer gets all of the attention for the best season: sunshine, sunglasses, pretty drinks with umbrellas in them, pools, lemonade, ice cream…
You can keep it, summer. Except for the ice cream, that belongs to me.
To me, summer means one thing: heat. I hate heat. I hate being hot and sweaty. Why is summer painted as the most romantic and exciting season? I don’t think of long walks on the beach, I only think of long lines of sweat trickling slowly down my back and pooling up on my waist, leaving a mysterious stain on my shirt. I hate it! I can’t stand the heat, and yes, I will stay out of the kitchen! Unless the air conditioning is on. The only thing I like about summer is barbecue.
The thing is, I always liked being in school, so having all of that free time was nice for a few weeks, but then it was boring. I liked camping for a few weeks, and then I would miss school. Autumn is my favorite season because I like the fall colors, going back to school, football, the smell of burning leaves, apples, pumpkin pie, turkey… the list goes on. I like wearing a sweater and feeling cold.
Summer, go away! I detest you and your heat.
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