What bugs me a lot...

I hate it when people express some interest into a topic that I'm happy to explain, and then once I'm half done, my audience clearly loses interest.  I mean, I'm not a really long winded person (even though it sometimes feels like I am.) I won't give you an hour lecture on how Mozart influences dubstep.  So when my father asked me what dubstep was, I tried giving him a good explanation.  I couldn't really give a great answer, so I decided to show him once we got home.  The thing about my father is that he's a very busy man whether he is working or not.  I tried showing him a good example of dubstep (Skrillex).  Literally not 3 seconds after the bass drop, he left to do something else.  Like hello?  I remembered that you were interested, but you gave me a slap to the face as an audience just by leaving in the manner you did!  I get it that it's around dinner time and the table needs to be set.  I'd understand if he just said that.  However, he didn't.  He just left, without a word.  He does this consistently.  Not just him, but my mother too.  I wonder if other parents do this to their kids as well.
They say the older generation can not stand the culture the youth are creating because they don't understand it.  I'm just trying to show them the culture I enjoy.  But if the older people don't even try to appreciate it, they never will.  The same goes for the younger generation.  If we as children and teens do not try appreciating older culture then we never will. 
If you're interested in someone else's hobby or interest, don't just leave and give up silently.  At least have the courtesy to say that you've lost the interest in the topic.  At the very least do that.  Otherwise you seem really offensive. 

In summer school, we don't learn about the teacher's lessons.

My summer school teacher is the definition of routine.  He seems like a very predictable guy, so much that it makes observing him rather interesting.  Every morning he shows up with a large coffee from either 7-11 or McDonalds.  He also has a parfait, a bottle of water, and a coke zero.  He always buys and drinks another coke in the afternoon.  He always wears a Lacoste golf shirt that is a solid color, along with a pair of shorts and sandals.
Also, he has a tattoo with a date on it that might be his birthday.  It interests me but I don't want to ask him.  It would be a little awkward.  

After realizing how much I learned about him rather than learning what he's teaching, I came to the conclusion that I need to get a life. 

A special way of ending the summer (sort of)

So yesterday was Canada Day.  Being a Canadian citizen myself, I am rather proud of my nation for our general reputation... you know, being the people who are seen as kind, not too noisy, and pleasant. Of course, that's not true for everyone in the country.  Regardless, Canada is (currently) the only country that I would want to live in.

Anyways, something special happened last night that made this Canada day stand out a little more than the rest of the ones I've celebrated throughout my life.  Canada day was kind of like my last day of real free time for the rest of the summer.  Today I have summer school starting, and once that is done, I am leaving the country for the rest of the summer performing with my musical theater class from school.  I could have tried to enjoy my last day the most I can by being an anti-social hermit and playing video games all day.  It was a good idea to me at first, and then I realized that if I had done that, it would have been a complete waste of the last day of summer for me.
I recently made friends with a group of classmates in the grade below me.  They are all great, friendly people, all with good personalities and flaws.  They really are the definition of what I admire in friendship.  When I see them all together, I just can't help but smile inside because they have what I wished for: friends that could seem to help you out with everything; those who are not afraid of sharing there most embarrassing secrets, and those who are willing to help in any sticky situation.  Even though we didn't hang out for really long, they are really precious to me.  I kind of want to keep an eye on them, observe what makes these group of friends tick together so well, and find out how they pass their happiness along to other people like me.  That, and I think they're just awesome and I want to be around them.
Just be patient, I'm getting to my point.
One girl from the group of friends invited everyone to meet up and hang out around the local fair/event/whatever you call it that the community had set up.  It turns out that very few of us actually showed up, but I had a lot of fun.  But by far the best part I think was watching the fireworks at night.  I didn't notice it until it was over, but I realized that I have never watched fireworks with anyone other than my family.  The fact that I got to watch fireworks with 3 people I consider important in my life makes me feel all kinda weird (in a good way).  When I first realized this I got a shiver of goosebumps. It was a special thing, watching a brilliant light show up close and sharing it with friends.  I need to do that more.

Anyways, I totally think that that experience was a fantabulous ending for a summer.  I totally am grateful to my friends who invited me to save myself from wasting the days away on video games!!