Why I hate summer
It's the last day of school, minutes before the bell rings. I'm excavating the year's detritus from my slime-green locker -- crumpled homework assignments stained with ink and ketchup; dark vials of hardened rubber cement. Around me, kids are chattering about the trips they will take and the amusement parks they will visit, tossing books and papers into trash bags and at each other's heads. A… » Full Story on Salon.com
