The perks of going to a small private university include getting a lovely four day weekend off right before Easter. The Fisher Fam and I all were so lucky to get this last miniature break before the rest of the semester takes its toll on us. As of today, the day we all get back from break, there will only be 33 days left in the semester. This four day weekend was much needed, but it taught me something that I think all of Fisher can relate too. What the hell am I going to do with a four-month summer?!
St. John Fisher finishes their undergraduate finals by April 30th, and classes don't resume until early September. That's four months. Having a four-month summer is a blessing... and a curse.
Here are the good things about having four months of time on our hands:
1. You can work for four months straight to collect as much cash as possible, which is much needed because being a poor college student gets pretty old.
2. You can spend so much time making memories with your hometown friends. I'm talking bonfires, adventuring around the local state parks, amusement parks, concerts — you name it.
3. Four whole months without a textbook (unless you take a summer class, of course).
4. You can plan more than one vacation get-a-way with your family. Who's to say we can't go to Florida and California if we want? (I mean, we have four months on our hands).
And with good, there always comes bad...
1. Four months without the Fisher Fam. That's four months without some of the greatest friends you've ever made. #SOS
2. The start of summer will be lonely because all of our hometown friends get out so much later than us.
3. The end of summer will be equally as lonely since most other colleges go back WAY before fisher does.
4. As much as we love our family, four months with them, after spending months away, is a bit much to handle.
As much as these four days home were lovely, it made me realize that I'm in for one roller coaster of a summer. Don't worry Fisher Fam, we can get through this together.
The group chat was invented for a reason, duh.
