There is a soft hum floating through the air. And no, it’s not the sound of the TARDIS landing on the mall (though how freaking cool would that be?!).
It’s a murmur filled with hope and resounding elation. Summer is near. Summer is near.
It’s so close, and yet, seems so far, far away; especially when I glance disdainfully at my lengthy to-do list that I still have to complete. There is so much stuff standing between me and a book plus a lounge chair it’s not even funny. Okay, it is kind of funny; particularly when I look at my to-do list and my eye twitches like Topanga’s when Eric proposed to her.
Nonetheless, I, no, we, can get through finals week. Everything always gets completed (professors, kindly skip this paragraph), even if it is at the last minute. But maybe this time around we all can avoid those horrific late nights filled with hair pulling panic. I just snorted as I typed that because that’ll happen as soon as pigs fly.
But it’s still okay to attempt such insanity. So put on that coffee pot and get in the work-doing mode and get ‘er done! I cannot believe I just said that. Wow, I really have lost my mind.
I guess it’s a good thing that the sooner we finish our work, the sooner summer will be here.
Summer. When we’re finally able to give our undivided attention to the DVD that’s playing and can stop keeping one eye on the television and the other on Word (but I have come to learn that sometimes professors enjoy a good movie quote thrown into an essay now and again). Summer. When we can float in the pool and just relax. Summer. When we get to really reconnect with the high school friends we still talk to.
Personally, while I’m definitely looking forward to all of the above, I’m super excited to finally be able to tackle the long list of books that’s sitting on top of my desk (nerdy, I know, but I am an English major, so did you really expect anything less?). Oh, and I definitely cannot forget the leaning tower of books sitting next to my closet either. While I cannot imagine having any other major, English courses do not leave any extra time for pleasure reading.
However, summer is not all rainbows and sunshine. Moving back home means that you are literally moving back home. Yes freshpersons, it’s true, the complete freedom that you have enjoyed for two semesters pretty much disappears. And you are about to learn the art of avoidance that we upperclassmen have absolutely perfected. You are about to be surrounded by exes and people from high school you still dislike. Sometimes, you run into said people when you are out shopping. There are a few tactics though.
The Duck and Cover behind racks or shelving is a personal favorite. The “I’m clearly busy because I’m talking on the phone” option works well, too. And there is always the option of fleeing the scene, but that is for absolute level one situations. Of course you can also always choose to have said conversation, but that’s at your own risk.
Regardless, summer is still summer. An awesome three months filled with absolutely no homework and endless possibilities. So, go, get outta here and regenerate… I mean, rejuvenate. Have fun in the Real World graduates, and I’ll see the rest of you in the fall.
