That first breath of fresh air on the last day of school every year feels like freedom. No more teachers, no more homework, no more being forcefully surrounded by strangers. A feeling of relief washes over me. A feeling of excitement for hot days, swimming pools and time.For two and a half months my job is no longer school. Maybe summer for you is hell because that means more time at home. More time around people who don't support you. More time spent alone. It's all perspective. Summer doesn't end every problem it only pauses the pains of a few.
The first week of summer vacation every year
I sleep in. I don't talk to anybody and I eat a lot of food. The last week I clean the entire house. Organized down to the color of my undies. This year everything has been screwed up. My sister cleaned the first few days of summer and I had to be up at five to go to work. Then I would come home and nap but I had forgotten to eat breakfast and once I wake up it's too late for lunch. I used to spend hours talking to my sister. Now sometimes on a good day, we say good morning. I used to be able to say to my friends "no I'm to busy to hang out " and it was a lie. Now it is the truth. I'm not ungrateful, or ignorant of the fact that not everybody has paying jobs, a family they can call their own, and a house to live in. It's all perspective. My problems, issues, angles, and agendas are all affected by change. It's figuring out how to adapt to change and process all the new information simultaneously.
It all changed when HighSchool started and summer ended.
