Don’t Tell Me It’s Summer Again

摘要

THE SCHOOL BELL RANG FOR THE LAST TIME THIS school year, and my classmates turned to look at each other with glee. It was finally summer vacation! I was less enthusiastic. As I packed up my books and exited my eighth-grade classroom for the last time, I remembered the previous summer, when I had spent most of my days fetching water from nearby springs with my mother in the sweltering heat. My island home of Jamaica had experienced a drought, and I could count on one hand the number of days my community had had running water: three. Three days from July to September.