The subject says it all, doesn’t it? I hate summer vacation. I hate not being at college. I’m special at college, respected at college. GPA of 3.8, well-regarded by the profs, women dig me because I can fix their computers and argue politics with them - life is good at college. And there’s always an interesting lecture, or a debate, or a club meeting to go to, and my classes are interesting.
Classes. God help me, I miss classes. I miss learning new things every day, arguing with my classmates. I even miss having Huge Freaking Projects that are due a week from today - even under the stress, there’s always the certain knowledge that I am Mr. Excellent, and I can do this, and do it well.
I miss having new things to think about every day.
I miss using my skills - my ability to study, to analyze and write. I’m spending the summer working at Burger King, and I hate it.
I’ve come to realize something. Home isn’t the place where your family lives, or where “when you go there, they have to let you in.” No. Home is the place where you’re the most respected, where your skills and abilities are the closest fit to the environment around you. I’m homesick.
I want to go back to college, but I can’t for two more months. I hate summer vacation.
My apologies for the long and whiny post - but you must admit, it was mundane and pointless, therefor appropriate to this forum.