The first few days back at Niagara College were the hardest, everyone would ask "how was your summer" expecting a "good", "great" or "it was too short". How could you tell them what happened? Every time I tried to think of words to explain how my summer was I failed. How do you simply explain that this was the worst summer of your life? and so you stretch the truth a little bit and say it was okay, or good, or not bad, never going so far as to say it was great but still making it seem better than it really was. Sometimes I'd even start to believe it wasn't all that bad, other days I would be hit so hard that I couldn't do anything.