Summer is almost halfway through (be right back, I just have to cry for a bit) and I have officially declared myself in stage two of the five stages of summer. When you get to college, summer vacations transform from three months of lethargy, vitamin C, and parties to three months of hard work, new experiences, and copious amounts of caffeine. Cue the high school musical theme song everyone, because school is out and it’s summer.
Stage one: Excitement.
Exams are over, the weather is warmer, and you’re all moved out of your dorm. Everyone is sad to leave their best friends, but eager to see everyone from back home or, in some cases, make new friends abroad while traveling somewhere new. Regardless, everyone is looking forward to the warm and sunny months that will soon follow.
Stage two: Ambition.
“I can’t wait to eat healthy, work hard, save money, and do yoga all summer long!” Yeah, okay. We all know what's really about to go down. You are going to end up sleeping until noon everyday, getting a part time job that will strictly fund your late night munchie trips to Taco Bell, and training for your own personal marathon of walking to and from the fridge and the couch.
Stage three: Monotony.
Rise and grind. That internship you just started is kicking your ass. Now you know why old people are bitter. You have started drinking your coffee black, just like your bosses’ soul. Suddenly, exam week doesn't seem so bad.
Stage four: Breaking Point.
You need to get back to school ASAP rocky. This. Is. Not. A. Drill. This summer of work has cost you your ability to handle your liquor and years off your life. You feel like a middle-aged woman going through a mid-life crisis. There are only so many Netflix shows you can watch before your eyes start to burn and only so many games of Scrabble you can play with your mom before you lose all of your dignity.
Stage five: Nostalgia.
School is back in session but all you can dream about is lying by the beach. You think back to all the days of summer you actually spent having fun, and suddenly you forget about the bitch work you were forced to do at your internship or all the bathrooms you had to clean at your part time job. Ah well, at least there’s always next summer.
