My Dearest of Summers,
You were cool and all but I think it’s time to go our separate ways. To be honest, I’ve kind of out grown you. I’m a grown woman now and I have responsibilities. I just can’t lollygag around like we used too. Running free. Living young. That’s just not how it goes anymore. Summer, you just aren’t the same anymore but that’s okay. Things change. People change but I just want you to know; it’s not you, it’s me.
In fact, I don’t know how to break it to you but I’m starting to see someone else. It’s school and even though it’s a lot of work at times, I love it. School puts me back into a routine that I can be comfortable with. It surrounds me with the things I love and puts me into activities that I love to do. School is just there for me and surrounds me with positive vibes and friends. Which as I’ve gotten older, you’ve kind of took me from them.
Every year, everyone gets more and more busy with you, summer. Didn’t you think about me? You’re selfish for scheduling my friends and I at opposite times so that we can never do anything fun. Some friends are farther than others. That means I need at least three days to see them. Why did you not help me? Why did you take me away so much?
Also, how dare you make me work! Obviously, I have my jobs during the school year but those are maybe a couple hours here and there. I was working 40 hour work weeks! I started going to bed at 10 after work in order to get up for work in the morning. I wasn’t ready for that type of lifestyle. The workforce isn’t something I was wanting to just jump into. Let me sleep in and stay in my pajamas all day for just a little longer, please.
Also, you brought up something this time around that was never considered all the other times. Rent. I’m not talking about my favorite musical that we spent all last summer learning every lyric and line. That was a paycheck that just instantly went out the door in order for me to have a roof over my head. What were you thinking? You said it was time to move out of my parents house. That it would be good for me. Instead, I lose money and have to do my own laundry and dishes. I really despised that, you know.
So summer, it’s over. I need to go back to school and I can’t take you with me. I need to escape these horrors that you’ve brought me these last few months. It was fun while it lasted but I need to just work on myself for a little bit. So it’s time. I need to escape back to my academic living and extra curricular activities. I need to hang out with my friends and not worry about their schedules but instead just worry if they are in their rooms. I want to write papers and read books instead of wait tables and serve drinks.
When did you stop being fun? When did summer mean work schedules and payments instead of ice cream dates and going swimming? Like I said, it’s not you. It’s me. So, so long. Farewell. Safe travels but know that this won’t be the last time. Maybe next time it will work out and we will have lavish adventures together but until then, you gotta go. It’s over. Take care summer.
Stay golden,
A College Student
