But Its Summer, I Had Plans!

Yes Miss J. I am fully aware that you think its summer and you'd much rather be at the beach, go to Chuck E Cheese's, steer clear of the summer after-school program, have daily play dates, pick out a new bike and ride it daily, take trips to visit family... daily, get out of the house to go ANYWHERE... DAILY! That just ain't reality for you and me. Since I have to be in class at 8 AM five days a week, and three of those days I'll be leaving class at 6pm, that means you'll need to spend your summer days eating well, reading books, and playing with friends at the summer after-school program. I'll trade with you if you want. You can read these chapters in my math book, and try to figure out what the hell x + or - this or that is. Or you can dive right into this social theory. No?

The invention of summer classes should be blasphemous. And I need my butt kicked for leaving math til the last possible second. Its the equivalent of being a high school senior in a class with all freshmen. What can I say? I'm not alone in doing this. Summer time is usually chalked full of super seniors trying to get those last few units completed. There aren't exactly any rules to finishing college except that you simply finish. I gotta tell you though, my walk was extra heavy as I trekked through the math building looking for room #6. I did NOT wanna go this morning. I too, am having issues with the realization that life is still at full speed when I need it to be on cruise control. Like Miss J, I'd much rather be in bed, veg out, hit the beach, read books that haven't been assigned by an authority figure, and make some money for God sakes.

If I'm lucky, come mid-August I'll be on my way to having completed these things... preferably in that order.

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2 comments

I'm with Ms. J!

My seemed to have thought that summer meant that they didn't have to do anything, so when I woke them up that very first Saturday to clean, they were SHOCKED!

You gotta work hard to play hard, girl! You're almost there!