Thirteen poems later…

Thirty days hath September, April, June and November…

Throughout this 2009 month of June I:

1. wrote thirteen poems,
2. apparently listened to 398 songs from iTunes while sitting at my computer (and I’m still adding onto that number),
3. learned that some people believe that the black bits in a banana are tarantula eggs,
4. watched Charlie’s Angels with a friend – and laughed at all of the horrible special effects,
5. ran the fastest 1500 I have ever run and reset my school record (4:54),
6. helped reset our school record once again in the 4X800 (split time: 2:24),
7. volunteered for a youth track program,
8. met a little girl who coined herself the name “Taco,”
9. read the first-ever Emily the Strange novel,
10. got writing advice from the co-author of that first Emily novel,
11. laughed my ass off over a cooler that had a sign labeled “MILK,”
12. watched my youngest older brother graduate from high school,
13. ate several giant strawberry flavored marshmallows,
14. finished my sophomore year of high school,
15. took three grueling NYS Regents exams,
16. received my last report card for this school year and was surprised by the grade I earned without even trying,
17. did enough laundry to last me a lifetime,
18. found my Pretty Pretty Princess game which I had not been able to locate for the longest time,
19. found tears rolling down my cheeks after the announcement one of my favorite teachers had to give,
20. conducted several angry rants in my head toward certain people,
21. petted little golden retriever puppies, one after the other,
22. wore pretty pink heels with chains,
23. created my very first portfolio in hopes of securing another writing job,
24. shared many secrets with one of my very best friends,
25. revisited The Waterfall with my boyfriend, and got pushed into the steady stream of cold water,
26. pretended to be Chinese/Japanese ping pong players with my friend and my brother’s friend,
27. got one of my favorite songs RUINED by a couple of my friends who went to college and suddenly discovered the hidden meaning of it,
28. learned that people down in central Pennsylvania often slip and say “let’s go hale some bay!”,
29. strapped parachutes onto little kids and watched them run around and
30. lived and breathed during every single one of these.

So, I guess this is goodbye, June. You and May are my two most favorite months of the year, and both of you are over already. Thanks for the rain, the sun, the wind and the thunder and lightning. I’ll see you next year; the last June before the June of my high school graduation. What a scary thought.