The Sweet Sounds of Summer!! DOG DAYS ARE OVER, NO MORE HOMEWORK!

Hey there, world! Lev again, your friendly neighborhood high school senior, reporting live from the front lines of the academic battlefield. I'm here to tell you that the most anticipated event of the year has finally arrived. No, it's not prom, not graduation, and definitely not the death of my enemies. It's SUMMER, baby!

There's something magical about that final bell of the school year. It's like the school's way of saying, "Okay, okay, you've suffered enough. Go get some sun."

The moment that bell rings, it's like a scene from a nature documentary. Picture this: David Attenborough's voiceover saying, "And here we see the wild teenagers, released from their captivity, sprinting towards the doors with a speed that would put Usain Bolt to shame." It's a sight to behold, folks.

And then, the moment we step outside, it's like we've entered a different world. The sun is shining brighter, the birds are singing louder, and even the school's sweat-stained mattresses seems a little less...mysterious.

But the best part? The absolute, hands-down, no-contest best part? Barely no homework. No tests. No teachers telling you to "please stop doodling in your textbook, Lev." (In my defense, that history book needed a little sprucing up.)

But let's be real, the end of school isn't all sunshine and rainbows. There's a dark cloud looming over my summer paradise, and it's not a sudden rainstorm. You see, the thing about finals is that they're like a bad sunburn - they keep stinging long after you're done with them. You know, those pesky little papers that hold the power to either make or break your entire year? Yeah, those.

And the worst part? They get MAILED. To my PARENTS. I mean, who even uses snail mail anymore? It's like the school is trying to add an extra layer of suspense to the whole ordeal. It's like waiting for a time bomb to explode, except the bomb is my report card. So, while I'm trying to enjoy the sweet taste of freedom (and my venti strawberry peach iced green tea - seriously, try it, it's a game-changer), there's this looming dread of the postman's arrival.

To distract myself from the impending doom of results day, I've been curating my ultimate summer soundtrack, and I've got a few tracks locked in. The whole "Go Sailor" album because it sounds like a sweet summer breeze, "Marry Me, Archie" by Alvvays for its retro ocean vibe, and "Sun Tan" by Wallows, my ultimate summer jam. Nothing beats sipping on a venti strawberry peach iced green tea while jamming to these tunes. I'll keep you posted when the playlist is ready for your ears - I'd love to chill while listening to these with you, dear readers!

I'll be sure to keep you updated as I add more songs to the list. Until then, wish me luck with the whole report card situation. And if you see a mailman with a manila envelope, tell him I moved to Mars.

And remember, the sunblock is your friend.

Catch you on the flip side!