A-term seems to last an eternity. For some reason, five weeks of attending the same class Monday through Friday feels a lot longer than an entire semester of going to class for a couple of days a week. We submitted our final assignments, took our last test, and we were finally free.
Walking out of class on that last day is the best feeling in the world. After we spent weeks dreading every day, we saw the light at the end of the tunnel and we are finally basking in its glow. In this moment, the world is ours... until Sunday rolls around.
We wake up fully expecting to see a failing grade, because let's be honest, doing homework is hard when the sun is out and the pool is warm. For a normal fall or spring class, it is perfectly acceptable to pull an all-nighter in the library before a test, but stepping foot in that building during the summer months just doesn't make any sense.
As the page loads, we finally get to see our grade and realize that our professors hate summer classes as much as we do, so they help us out a little bit, and the lucky slackers that we are usually find a way to pass. It is officially time to celebrate the ending of A-term and sigh a breath of relief over the fact that our GPA will survive. In the middle of your celebration over the end of the longest five weeks of your life, you remember that this is only halftime.
Time to dust off that backpack and make another trip to the bookstore to drop $200 on a textbook that you will use for a month and then never look at again. Somehow in the weekend between A- and B-terms, you somehow lost every pencil you have ever owned, and you have been out of paper since freshman year, so maybe you should pick some of that up while you are there as well.
The best way to beat the summer class blues is to remind yourself of your expected graduation date on degree works, because as much fun as college is, it would also be nice to not still be here in 25 years.
Monday morning will be here before you know it, and it is time to, once again, buckle down. Suddenly that tunnel you were dancing outside of grows a little bit further and traps you inside for a little bit longer. The light you were just standing in is now a speck at the end of that tunnel. As you take in this turn of events, you realize that it is time to prepare for another five weeks of academic boot camp.
Remember when you thought you were going to fail A-term and told yourself you would work harder this time? Yeah, right.
