So, Alexis, this happened.
Which is a far cry from when this happened seemingly a lifetime ago.
You mostly look the same now as you did way back when the school year started (you still wear the same size shoes, which, the hell?), but what lies beneath the surface is vastly different. You're more mature, smarter, quickly, and more sure of yourself.
And yet we find ourself in exactly the same position as several months ago. We're changing up your routine and the entire situation is wrought with angst.
You are very, very NOT happy with where you'll be spending the summer. Did I mention that you're not happy? Because HOOBOY are you not happy.
Your opinion was formed based on exactly one day late last summer. You attended the same camp for a day and you decided that day that it was a horrible, terrible place filled with mean kids. But, the thing is that it's pretty much our only reasonable choice.
So you're going back.
For the entire summer.
And you are mad.
If I could talk sense into that thick little skull of yours, I would repeat every word I wrote back on the first day of school. You have to choose to make it a fun time and you have to choose to make the most of every day, but man. MAN. Thanks a lot for making me feel like a giant jerk for not being able to stay home with you this summer. It's ... swell.
You were excited but nervous about switching schools. You're just plain mad about switching summer camps.
I can't fix it. It's completely out of my control.
Make the most of it kid. I really need for you to do that so I can stop losing sleep over the whole stupid thing.