I am a boy of summer.
Since I was six years old, summer has been my favorite season. Not only was it a respite from the disgusting stupidity of school and the inexorable pressure to conform, the summers held more rarified delights. Years of swimming, years of summer camps, years of low-pressure and enjoyable work, whether it be in a lab or a college campus.
It's had its drawbacks, of course. My drifting lifestyle is often misunderstood by mundane folk. Maybe the problem's mine, maybe it's society's. It's still a perceived "problem" by many.
I've learned to deal with the other seasons- even to enjoy the passing of seasons. But I most eagerly look forward to June.
For I am a son of flint and pitch.
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I finally got around to getting an email address on here. I can be reached at Ivo@opendiary.com ; AIM nick available upon request.
As of 12/27/01, some of the entries have been made private or edited slightly to remove fingerprints. If I've ever met you, I'd appreciate it if you don't talk about this diary. At least one person I know has stumbled in here, and while I don't particularly mind(I could have prevented his finding out had I really wanted to), I don't want those in the know to advertise either.