When You No Longer Dread Going Back To School

Take me back! (okay, sorry mom and dad, that was a little bit dramatic -- I still love you).

Summer is one of the most glorious times of the year. It involves no school, less stress, a time to make some bank and an opportunity to eat free food from the wonderful restaurant called your parents' refrigerator.

Being at home gives me much needed relaxation and an escape from the chaos that school can be at times, but as always, these wonderful things are only good in moderation. Being away from the chaos of school sometimes convinces me that I have turned socially awkward.

I see people besides my parents and I'm like...

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Formulating conversation, let alone sentences in general, is like rocket science. With some time my social skills will rekindle, but until I go back to school I've embraced my awkwardness.

Hanging with friends during the summer isn't always easy, because we all don't live in as close proximity as friends do at school. So, as a result of this, I've roped my parents into doing everything with me. Playing games, partying, watching TV, eating dinner -- I think they're ready to be empty nesters again.

The blissful lifestyle of summer you once thrived off of when you were younger, isn't what you always thought it was cracked up to be (well, the ice cream still never disappoints).

As a kid, you never would've heard me say, "I want to go back to school." It would've tasted like poison on my tongue. But now, the words taste like what a fat juicy hamburger would taste like to a vegetarian -- risky and satisfying.

As much as it stinks to have to put my adult pants on and pay for more expenses, juggle work and school and be responsible for more adult things, being at school means freedom. Sweet, sweet freedom.

Yes, I'll miss my bed. Yes, I'll miss raiding the pantry. Yes, I'll miss not having to pay for rent. And, yes, I'll miss the quality family bonding time. But it's time for a change of pace, and for me to gain some social skills again.