Summer has finally arrived, classes are done, I am back home where Mom and Dad buy more food than I have seen in the last year combined and I’m back in my queen-sized bed. But that means that we must meet again. I don’t mean to be rude, but there is really not much of a way to sugarcoat this: I hate you. I constantly see and hear about all of my friends' fancy vacations, relaxing summers and time to just unwind and refresh before school starts again, but I have you to worry about.

As a student, I really only have time for you in the summer. I understand our relationship is a bit out of the ordinary, but that doesn’t mean that we need to spend every single second together when I am around. In some ways, I love having you around because finally, my bank account is not screaming at me to fill it, but you take a lot of time, energy and work. You are, simply put, just kind of needy. I run around all day, get home and am too tired to do anything but eat and sleep, and then get up the next morning and start all over again. I don’t know how regular people do this all year round!

While I’m at school, I always complain about how long my homework takes, how busy I am and how I have no time to watch Netflix or nap. Well, when I’m with you, I don’t even have enough time to sleep half the time I need before I have to be up, getting ready and am heading back to work.

I will say one good thing about you: I now appreciate relaxation, sleep and vacation time so much more than I used to. I am glad that our relationship is halfway over, that we only have 10 weeks left, and that soon enough I will be headed back to school, where you can’t get me for nine more months until next summer sweeps in.

Well, 40-hour work week, I know that someday, you and I will become life partners. Someday, when I have my dream job, I’m sure we can get along and become the best of friends. Somewhere way far off, in a few years, we will be linked forever and I will have to grow to love you, or at least tolerate you more than I do now. Today, however, is not that day. For now, I will continue to love my student status, trudge through this summer with you, and joyously leave you come August. You may deliver me more money in one week than I make in the entire school year, but you aren’t very fun. I am thankful for you—don’t get me wrong—but I will be just as thankful to leave you. As much as I love summer, you are not exactly the highlight. Still, I am glad that we have a relationship (for now) and will continue to commit myself to you until something better (August) comes around.

Sincerely,