Dear May,

You’re wonderful, truly. You are the climax of my year of school work and in this particular senior year, quite a fun one. Grad night, prom, luncheons, and award ceremonies galore- a harvest of the hard work I’ve put into my four years of high school.

But can we like chill? For two seconds?

I love you May, but can you give me some room to breathe? I still have to finish AP tests and juggle work, ceremonies, community service, and the like. And as much as you want to fill your days with fun, you (and I) have this arch enemy that is trying to ruin all that. This enemy is any teacher that doesn't care that you are an extremely busy month and wants to make me squeeze in lab reports and projects and 20-page papers in between your packed hours. Feel free to bring these teachers some intense seasonal allergies and give me some substitutes and free days.

Also, May, my sweet, sweet May, can you give me some reminders? A couple heads up here and there? I'm a busy girl involved in many things. You know when this form is due and when that RSVP needs to be turned in, so if you could just give me a nudge when I should do something, that'd be great.

And by the way, can you tell your buddy August to step back. Right now I’m trying to survive you. However, August wants to get in the picture way too early. Class registration, orientation, forms, and fees- August just thinks it’s too important. I understand that the prep for August is definitely needed, but If you could tell him to go wait around with June or July, that’d be helpful.

So thank you May for delivering some of the memories I will hold near and dear for the rest of my life, but please, please slow down and let me enjoy them.

Thank you.

Sincerely,

An exhausted senior