Dog Days of Summer (classes)

Well after 12 weeks, 3 hair colors, 14 exams, and countless dollars spent in gas to keep me from rotting in Laramie, I am in the home stretch of summer classes. So, I take this time to reflect. To see how I have grown mentally, emotionally, physically (mostly physically... stupid beer). Summer classes are an odd mind set. I sat everyday with the same twenty people and one teacher. The classes are less like college and more like a return to grade school. You sit for nearly the same amount of time, you see the same dozen or so kids, and you pray for a movie or bathroom break. After 12 weeks, I realize that unusual "classroom friendships" are formed. Not to say they are bad, but they are formed out of necessity. Suddenly everyone in the class knows you. The best was the classmate hook up by far. In large classes which don't meet everyday, impossible to tell. However, in summer classes, a guy and a girl who sit near each other both conveniently miss class the same day; day after day... hook up. From personal experience people also call you out more. Especially hen you look like shit, because you went to bed at 1am and drove 2 hours to class at 5:30 am. Suddenly, you are in a room with several people who see you more than you get to see TV (scary, I know). Additionally, there are no non-trads and no freshmen... so it is pretty much the perfect classroom, everyone doesn't care, and no one wants to be the kid who asks a bunch of questions. The professors are different, too. Better. Caring less. Canceling more. Overall, summer class wasn't terrible. Sure, I probably missed some excellent summer TV (oh wait nope, America's Got Talent still sucks). But what I learned is take 1000 levels during the summer; get an easier professor, less freshman. Buy a box of crayola crayons pretend you are in 3rd grade.

Punishment worse than death

I'll admit I love hyperbole. Greatly exaggerating my love or hate for something is not out of the ordinary. However when talking about summer school I cannot exaggerate enough. It is warm, sunny, and the roads are open... But I am stuck in a windowless classroom, for three hours a day. That is the second worse part of summer school. The worst part is not only are you in school, you are in hyper school. The class is only six weeks long, but that means class everyday for three hours and copious amounts of homework afterward. So even when I get out of class I have to resist the urge to frolic, and hold up in the library. Honestly, the school is setting me up for failure. This amount of work might be doable in December when there isn't anything to do and the roads are closed. I just can't help the mind set that this isn't the right time to be doing school work. Summer is my time to get super sun burnt, sleep till 1 in the afternoon, and generally be a burden to society.

I just need to remember just four more weeks (and I get memorial day off)!