Wednesday, August 3, 2016

Mid-Summer Blues

Summer as a child was The Event. The last day of school was a countdown worthy event. In highschool, I had a an app on my phone that changed my background to the live countdown to the end of the school year and the start of summer. It was the start of freedom and relaxation. The start of staying up late watching loads of TV and playing video games and then sleeping as late as I wanted to counter that.

I always knew that eventually summer wouldn't be fun anymore. I knew one day summer would just be hot weather sucking all my energy out while I was working just like I did everyday of the year.

Well, that's not necessarily true. I want to be a teacher. And if I accomplish this, I'll get summers off. But even then I know they're not really off. Summers then will be filled with planning and organizing and working from home.

I guess what I'm trying to say is: it's funny how as a child we idolized summer. It was a break. But personally, towards the middle/end of summer I was always more than ready for it to be done. I was eager and anxious to go back to school and have some structure back in my life. For the last two years, my summers have been full of structure. I've been working jobs that require structure. However, this doesn't stop me from missing school just like I used to. I would change that app on my phone to count down the days until school started up again. And then to Winter break. And then to school. And to Spring break. And school and finally, back to Summer. So the cycle went. I always thought seeing the number of days, hours, minutes and seconds would make the time fly by. But alas, 53 days. 14 hours. 14 minutes and 5.98 seconds to go.