Summer 2008

In June, I braced myself for what I thought was going to be a miserable, lonely summer. After realizing there are only two weeks left, I took some time to look back on what I did for these past weeks and discovered that I should not have been worrying at the beginning. Summer 2008 was the best summer I have had in a long time.

In May I was scrambling all over the internet to try and find some impressive activity to do over the summer. I remembered that I wanted to learn Chinese, but knew that it was too late. I had called the program coordinator weeks before and received no call back. It was during Math class in sixth period when my cell phone rang loudly with the "1000 Miles" melody by Vanessa Carlton. Laughs erupted throughout the room.
"It gotta be Anthony" a student said.
Another student giggled and said "That's Anthony"
I received a few more of those seconds later. Amy, my math teacher looked at me and smiled while I emitted a quick "sorry." I raised my hand and asked to use the restroom which was right across the hall. Amy gave me permission and I rushed to the restroom, curiosity flowing furiously through my veins. When I received the call, I looked at the caller ID and saw a number had not recognized.
"Who could it be" I wondered as I walked to the bathroom. I enclosed myself in a stall, opened up my Samsung cell phone, and entered the digits of my voicemail password.

A young male voice started speaking and he explained that he had received my message and apologized for not returning my call. He was from the China Institute! He continued speaking and said there was one spot remaining in the program and if I was interested in applying, I could do so right away. I eventually did and was accepted two weeks later. I was gratified.

And today, my PowerScore SAT Prep Course started in Manhattan. Today’s class was just a practice test. I was miserable as I was reading and trying to answer the math questions that I could not grasp. I didn’t really eat in the morning and I was in dire need of sleep and medication. Anyway, it’s all over and now I am home. My mother is lying on the couch watching the final Olympic games. As I write this I wonder what I am going to do next. Should I read? Attempt to write a story? Study? Nah, I think I will let my brain rest. I have class tomorrow. Maybe I will write and develop something I have been wanting to write for the longest time. Yeah, I’ll go do that.