Summer is the by far the most wonderful time of the year. Christmas? Psssh. Summer is the best, you can go on vacations, you can sleep in every day for three months, and the best part is the weather.

In the summertime, these huge halls go dark, completely empty. No classes going on, and no people filling the halls with conversation. The school just waits for the next school year to come around, or does it? What is actually going on at Bingham when all of the students go home and try to forget about this building for the summer?

Summer is on its way, no matter how much the teachers try to pretend it’s not. The sun that leaks into our airtight building and the birds singing to us on our way inside all call us away from our textbooks. The end of the school year is always the same but every year we will wait as anxiously for the last bell of the year as Troy Bolton and as his East High Wildcats did in High School Musical 2.