Dear August

Dear August,

I don't like you very much.

Love, Elizabeth

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August is my least favorite month. Why? It's the beginning of school, of course. The beginning of an absolute nightmare. As an upcoming junior in high school, I have a lot on my plate already. I have two science classes planned that I actually have to get up and get dressed for (the horror! Dx). Okay, so that's not really much of a problem, but I still don't like the fact that I'll be waking up early for these classes.

Confession: I'm a night owl. Early birds completely baffle me. No offense to early birds, though. I sometimes wish I was one when I have to wake up early one morning, but crash in the middle of the day because I stayed up until three a.m.