Another year of education done with. Even the stubbornest Maine snowbank vanished into thin air weeks ago, and although spring has been short the weather is fantastic now. As students struggle up and down the stairs with their belongings, emptying out the rooms they’ve called home for months, summer is finally beginning.
But it’s not really the same, is it? Summer’s just another busy part of the year now, usually starting with job searches. Some take extra courses over those three months, some travel, some are even doing internships for their majors. The rest of us, most of us, knuckle down to those job searches and try to find a way to scrounge money together for the next school year, always with an eye on the spare change you’ll be able to use for yourself instead of overpriced textbooks.
Remember the summers when you did nothing, and yet still managed to do so many different things. Camping, biking, visiting theme parks, swimming at the beach, just hanging out with friends and being quite possibly the laziest living being ever. No job, no extra courses, no internships, not a single thing. Summer was your time, when you could do what you wanted. Three whole months to unwind from the school year, and if you had summer reading it got done the last week before school started so that it didn’t interfere with your good time.
