Wish I could skip school It's Hazy, Hot and Humid today...→[More:]and is the very definition of the PERFECT beach day. And yet, here I am, at my dull old desk. I have a deep yearning to be sitting instead in a beach chair with a good book, salt drying on my skin, the shouts of children dimly echoing around the edges of my consciousness. Waiting until the heat is completely wrapped around my skin, then getting up and plunging into the almost painfully cold waters of northern New England. It's summer, people. Aren't we supposed to be out of school already? What's with all this paper? Why am I still sitting here doing dittoes? There is a beautiful world out there, and if I could only get away with escaping and ignoring the stuff I've got to do this week or pay the consequences...I would.