One of these days I will be able to write a post without first apologizing for how long it's been since I've posted. This, alas, is not that day. Sorry!
As an extension of this apology, I must explain that I had a bad semester. Not a-few-late-nights, a-few-scary-deadlines: full-blown, hysterical busyness, and the feeling that I'm juggling too many balls and one of them is about to drop and explode like a glass Christmas ornament. It was so crazy that I'm turning into one of those people who manages to work their course-load into every conversation.
Me: Not well. I took too many classes this semester. I don't take weekends anymore, or afternoons, and I have rehearsals most evenings. If I ever want to take this many classes again, don't let me. I promise here and now that I will take the easiest senior year ever and try and enjoy myself before college. Don't even get me started on applying for college!
An awkward pause.
Me: And how are you?
That, my friends, was my semester.
But today I turned in my English 112 final, which means I am officially On Summer Break. (Except for literature. But that's so fun it's practically not a class.) It means all sorts of exciting things, like I can read whatever I want to and write as much as I want, and I can stop complaining about deadlines for at least three months.
But it also means that I am at a loss, because my hands are suddenly full of this exquisite stuff called free time, and I've forgotten what I used to do with it.
It's not that I won't have a busy summer. I have been accepted to a six-week summer school called Governor's School-- if you're not in
, you probably haven't heard
of it-- and I'm trying to figure out how I will occupy this blog for those six
busy weeks. (I'm thinking of writing
short essays on book series that many of us know, in the hopes of sparking some
debate and conversation.) But my summer
isn't busy yet, and I want to kick it off with something more exciting than
cleaning out my closet and buying summer clothes. North Carolina
Are any other students out there feeling the same way? How do you cope with it? I'm trying to cultivate an interest in something fairly mindless like rereads or a TV series to pass the time; does anyone have suggestions?