I really hate getting up in the morning. When the alarm on my phone goes off (twice), I’d rather roll over than get up.

It’s funny, though, because when I was little, I loved being up early in the morning, Especially since I went to summer school.

My sister and I would get up early and leave the house by 7:30, riding our bikes about half a mile to summer school. It was exciting to us because summer school wasn’t held at the school we attended, (which you could see entirely from our upstairs windows). Add to that the fact that we were on our own for the entire bike ride, and we were thrilled.

I’m feeling nostalgic for summer school this morning. When I walked outside to get in the car, the morning was nice and cool, with the birds chirping all around. It just reminded me off all the mornings I would hop on my bike with K and head off to take fun morning classes, which would be followed by an afternoon of swimming in the pool. Maybe it’s the thought of swimming that took me back.

Today is most likely going to top 100, and if I’m unlucky, today’s bus driver will feel just like yesterdays and not turn on the AC in the bus. I was miserable yesterday on the way home, and I’m not looking forward to a repeat performance. And I still won’t go swimming when I get home.

Our pool is nine and a half feet deep, and it’s really, really cold. It has a white bottom, so it never really warms up. When I was little, that didn’t really bother me. We’d just jump in and freeze for a minute or so while getting used to the temperature. Now it has to be really, really hot for me to get in the pool. Or Dustin has to be there.

I don’t enjoy swimming by myself, and since K doesn’t have time for me anymore, I don’t have a home-made swim partner around anymore. So, I miss summer school when we we didn’t have to work, and we could still have a real summer.

—”Reinventing the Wheel to Run Myself Over,” Take This to Your Grave: Fall Out Boy