I'm Sorry You're Welcome

There you are, staring at the clock, counting down the seconds as your teacher drones on in thoughtful reminiscence of the school year, teary-eyed and sincere. Excited about you and your schoolmates' futures... but you don't care, no one cares! Eyes locked on the second hand as it painfully, mockingly, makes it's orbit around the face of the clock, collision with the twelve imminent. And then it happens. The bell rings. The excitement of the unknown is palpable; it's officially summer, and anything can happen. No one knows what this time will hold, but you know it's going to be an absolute bitchin' time. In this feeling is where you'll find I'm Sorry, You're Welcome.