COLUMN: Summer living
Summer: A glorious and peaceful time.
Temperatures reach more than 60 degrees, long hours are spent by the pool soaking up the sun with a book in hand, and parties are going on all night, every night. Basically, summer is a non-stop and care-free cruise, with the windows down, might I add.
Leisure time is all the time, without a worry in sight or mind … well, that is how I imagine it.
I have been looking forward to this time for a while, but now that it is almost here, I really don’t know what I am anticipating.
Finally being done with classes for three months really only means that it’s time to work endless hours and say hello to my summer J-O-B.
While, yes, summer is supposedly considered time off, it appears to be the time to play “catch up.”
Whether it is taking summer classes or earning extra cash, we are once again stressing and working toward something.
I envy the people who get to have this care-free, relaxed summer living.
Although, lately, it seems like everyone has jumped on the same train, and there aren’t many people to envy anymore, or they have yet to reach the age of 18, otherwise known as adulthood.
It is simply the not-so-sweet reality of growing up.
I have always loved the summertime, but the long hours by the pool will now be minimized to an hour, or, if I’m lucky, maybe two. If I can make it even halfway through my summer reading list, I will feel accomplished, and parties all night will solely depend on whether a morning shift is scheduled under my name.
Considering summer is just around the corner, revaluation are now in high demand.
My first year of college has come and is in the quick process of being gone, and, just like every other experience, there are high and low points.
Not having to live at home anymore chalks itself up as an obvious high point, but having to live in a residence hall for two semesters … can you say "low point?"
Taking into account the unpleasant residence hall rooms, I mean beds, it is safe to say, I might actually have something to look forward to. With summer being an exam week away, I can definitely say my queen-sized bed at home has become quite the prospect.
In all honesty, my summer will be much like, what I imagine, every other college student’s, spent waiting on tables and planning my way back to good ol’ Mount Pleasant.
Farewell Central Michigan University, until we meet again in the fall.
