Me vs Summer School

I never went to summer school. Each summer I was kidnapped by my parents and brought to our cottage, which was beautiful, but a place of social isolation. I always had a best bud come up to visit for a week, but then it was me and me alone, until the family came up for a little bit. We came back like once a week to do laundry and switch my Rogers Video '7 movies for 7 days'. Yes, that did add to my movie fanatic existence, though I've had it in me since I was a mere baby, I blame Inspector Gadget and Fraggle Rock and Little House on the Prairie (which I also lovingly blame for making me into a ridiculous sap). It was July. We were back for a night. I woke up thinking it was still the school year. Actually, I woke up panicked because I thought I had an exam. I jumped into my uniform, brushed my teeth and ran downstairs. I couldn't find my bag. I was losing it. My Mom was standing in the middle of the kitchen, probably shocked to a standstill by my epic loud running, (more like flying... I think I used 2 steps), by my early appearance and, of course, by my uniform. Then she laughed and said, "It's July. You're still asleep! Go back to bed". See, no summer school for me.