(editor's note: Warning. this will be a long read.)

I had a nightmare and I woke up at 7:00. I suppose it was more of a blessing from God who was telling me to get out of bed. So I decided to get dressed and wake up early for once. I had been trying to get up early this past week, but failed miserably. I was trying to get my body back into school form. Guess I'll do that today and tomorrow. But for once, I decided to use my early awakening and do my daily devotions in the morning. I guess Fanny's message got to me. And maybe I just felt I needed something more in my life.

The thing I love about the early mornings (I'm talking from around 4-7 AM) is that the whole world is still asleep. There's a certain peace I get from the calmness. I always take the time to look out the window and I love that nobody is up. But I always know there's a whole world out there up and about. I remember back in January when I had to go to the airport at 5AM. But as I was going down Sunset there were so many cars, and so many people at the airport. I like it when I'm flying in a plane and when I look down out the window, I see cars driving by and people walking around like little ants. And I wonder about them, and what each one is thinking about, and who they're going home to. And I'm a little saddened that I won't get to know them, but that I'm just passing by. But I guess you have to believe that you'll meet the people you're supposed to meet, and everyone else will just have to wait for another time.

So this will be my final blog until college life starts for me. It's been a good summer. The thing I notice is that every summer is completely different for me, in the sense that I can look back at every summer and it has a different vibe and memory to it. Four summers ago we had math camp at FS Key. It was my first year teaching, but I was away most of the time because of summer school for Lowell. The only feeling I have for the entire summer is disaapointment because I tried to be there as often as possible, but the kids from the 5th grade class yelled at me because I "ditched them" for summer school. The next year we had summer camp at Lakeshore. I went there everyday, and I remember this was the first year I started playing volleyball on Monday nights. The memories that stick out are the days I went out with Jeff and Peony and them to watch American Pie 2, and going to Jeff's house to eat a burrito. I also remember shooting Pat's basketball around with Peony while everyone else was in class. I guess my memory tends remember the important stuff and delete everything else. Last year camp was at Parkside (that's what it's called right? I never got it right). All I remember was teaching the Geo class, failing my driver's test, waiting two weeks, then passing it on the last day of math camp. That was also the summer me and Brian got to be really good friends, talking about everything and anything on my mind. That was a difficult summer emotionally. And finally this year. Hmmm, what defined this summer. Well I will remember all the kids I met, and all the kids I didn't meet. I was disaapointed with myself not hanging out with the kids more. I will remember this was the summer of John Mayer. This was the first summer of being "Assistant Principal" whatever that means. And I guess I really got to be with some new friends this summer, while other ones had other priorities.

Highlights of the summer: 1. Going to the John Mayer concert. 2. Math camp and its people. 3. Xbox and Halo. 4. Giants Games. 5. Being free from Lowell's wrath. 6. Wisdom teeth out. 7. Finally being able to drive on my own. 8. Porno Mustache Guy. 9. The introduction of people into the Xanga/Blog world. 10. You (was that a good one or what?)

And speaking of porno mustache guy, yes, we finally did beat him on Thursday (although I dove around on the floor so much I had a bruise the size of a cd on my hip. My diving scares Alex, but I like it, just my way of reminding people we need to win when it counts). When he walked into the gym, everyone (Pat, Brian, Peony, Alex, Fanny, and Ophelia) started laughing. The gym was filled with giddy laughter. That must be weird for him, walking in to a silent gym, then laughter. Then me, Kenny, and Jenica spotted him and started giggling like school girls. We didn't really incinerate the mustache, but we beat them. We're going out as winners.

For Cal. Top 10 Fantasy Football players: 1. LaDainian Tomlinson. 2. Ricky Williams. 3. Clinton Portis 4. Marshall Faulk 5. Shaun Alexander 6. Priest Holmes 7. Marvin Harrison 8. Donovan McNabb 9. Ahman Green 10. Travis Henry

This was the first summer that I didn't go to Canada. I usually go with my dad every summer. But mostly because he wants to see his mom, or there's usually some cousin getting married (bets have been placed that either my 28 year old cousin will get married to his girlfriend or that Dave and Lana will go next in the family). And I love Canada, and people think I'm weird for saying that, but leaving SF for a week is just a huge wake up call because everytime I leave, I'll come back with the same problems, the same feelings for people, and the only thing changed about me is my new renewed sense of importance to family. But everyone else back here in SF is different, worrying about new problems they faced during the week I was gone, or talking and laughing about the events that took place. It's the only way to truly see that life does go on without you. I think the only reason we didn't go to Canada this summer is because my dad feels there's no reason to go back, or that he's still in pain over the death of my Grandmother. And I don't blame him for not wanting to go back. He doesn't talk about her, I don't talk about her. In fact, this is probably my first time mentioning her since Februaury. All he did when we got back that month was take a picture of his mom and dad and grandmother, frame them, and nailed them up. They're right next to me in my computer room.

So that's about it guys. If you got this far, I'd like to congradulate you. You just finished reading one of my longest blogs in Lemmyboy history.

Oh, and by the way, our "Outdoor Gymnasium" is a huge marketing disaster.