This month will tear my insides out, wear them like a funny hat and cackle insanely while I slowly bleed to death. May is the month born from the depths of the Inferno ready to swallow up those who are not ready, or not worthy for paradise.
May is when everything happens.
May is academic hell on toast.
This week is already beating me up: I have tryouts for Varsity water polo, and I'm by far, the weakest, scrawniest, and slowest kid out of the 50 people who...