Breathing Free Air Again

Summer School is over. words that are sweeter than honey. some have likened summer school to a torture chamber, some to a pit of despair, some actually like summer school (weird). I liken it to getting braces, its annoying, hurts some, and lasts virtually forever, but when its over you're glad you did it. I, for one, am one of those people. whilst not have the courage, or prehaps sheer love for pain and suffering, to take biology in summer school, I did however take Geometry. I learned some things in geometry, believe it or not, such as how to make a pentagon out of a circle using only an unmarked straight edge and a compass (and paper of course). and things like this complex thing called "logic" which is something about pV~p iff pi r² or something like that. but I think I came away with a pretty good knowledge of geometry and since summer school is over, I can legally work 8 hours a day, and the D²MC is taking full advantage, along with the other summer students working there. so with the summer half over, we undergo the monotonous routine we wanted to escape from in school, ironic isn't it? so one could coinside this post with timford's Strategic Retreat post. monotony is always boring, except when it is applied the monotony of things always being different, but even then is it true monotony? (hmm. . .) well, I just heard some pretty loud thunder, so I'll end it here
Happy Summer!
"Ever wonder if illiterate people get the full effect of alphabet soup?"
--John Mendosa.