I have a love-hate relationship with summer classes.

Until this year, I have never enrolled in any sort of summer class, so this whole idea is new to me. In the past, I've only had to worry about working all summer long and taking a vacation or two. This year, I decided to give myself the extra responsibility of worrying about my grades and GPA during summer "break."

Everyone takes summer classes for different reasons.

Some people take them by choice, some take them to graduate on time, some take them to get ahead, and some take them to lighten their course load for fall and spring. Personally, I'm taking my class to both, graduate on time and to lighten my load in the fall and spring.

I love that thanks to enrolling in the summer semester, I won't have to take my last gen. ed. requirement while being in four-hundred level courses in the fall. I love that I'll never have to take English again after this course. I also love that the course is only five weeks long as compared to the fifteen weeks spent in fall and spring courses.

As with many love-hate relationships, there is definitely more hate than love here.

First off, I really hate that I let myself put off a gen. ed. until the summer before my senior year. This hate comes from regret mostly. I regret not getting all my gen. ed. courses out of the way by then end of my sophomore year like most people do.

Next, I hate that I'm spending my summer writing papers instead of enjoying every second of my free time. It's pretty sad scrolling through Instagram, and seeing everyone's lake pictures while I'm sitting in my bed procrastinating an essay.

My third point of hate is really more towards myself (like the first) rather than summer classes in general. I'm the most forgetful person and the biggest procrastinator. These things really do not mix well with the fact that I put myself in a summer class, especially one online. I'm honestly just waiting for the day I miss a deadline, because that's something that would happen to me. I really hate that I put enough trust in myself to keep up with all my assignments for half of May and all of June.

I just simply do not trust myself enough for this.

In the long run, I know I'll be happy that I spent half my summer completing my last gen. ed. requirement, but as of now, I'm hating myself for it. When I look back on my decision, I'm sure that hatred will turn into a love for my decision. But for now, I'm crying on the inside, and dreading the rest of the essays I'll have to write while everyone else is enjoying their summer breaks.