The Constant Senior Slide of Summer
While it is most prevalent to seniors, it does not matter what your year of school is: when summer is near, we all become a part of the senior slide.
The weather may not be as important when it comes to people in warmer climates all year around, but for the people of the north, warm weather is a blessing. Finally, we can go outside without a jacket. Of course, this starts for people of the north when it reaches 40 Fahrenheit (4 celsius), but it also means pushing yourself to spend time in the sun before it gets humid and you melt.
It is also the countdown, like in High School Musical 2: “Summer…. Summer…. Summer.” Whatever the plans might be, there is the promise of not having to do homework. I go to class, but apparently that’s enough? It is the promise of long nights without the bright artificial light. It is the constant bonfires or other fun business that happen at nighttime.
Even if it is not the university that stations you, there is the constant grind of work. Summer offers the want to do anything. Days spent in the sun. Nights under the moon. The smell of cut grass, and when it storms, the smell of the rain on the grass. It is listening to the frogs croak at night. It is the going somewhere– anywhere. The promise to have time. It going to the water and jumping in.
The “Senior Slide” is every school year for everyone. It does not matter what your year in school is. It does not matter the person. For university students, it is a countdown. No more class schedules for three months. There are only two things on our minds: making money and spending the money. For the university students, it is the last chance of being children before graduating and becoming these so-called adults.
And why not? We deserve it.
Everyone has gone through it and will go through it. Finally, freedom is tasted on our lips, and we want to make a run for it.
For some of us, we count down the days. We know what is coming next. To reach the promise of summer, we have those nasty finals ahead of us. Finals are not the worst because you have trained for them since the beginning of the semester. While there are essays and exams, it is five or six classes to you, two or so hours for each. It is a piece of cake compared to the rest of our lives.
The week before finals, it is a constant rush of everything flying at our face, and no matter how hard you dodge and fight it, there is a drowning sensation. Papers, readings, studying and last minutes tests of teachers pile up, closing in around us until we are deep under, lying on the ground, unable to move, and just crying while wanting booze.
Oh, but just imagine how nice it would be to come up for air in your favorite watering hole and flip back your hair, with only sunshine. No clouds. Just the promise of cancer, which will be dealt with later. After how many weeks of worry and anxiety, it is a moment to breathe, take it all in, and doing something amazing– and sleep.