slumped over in my chair
What an exhausting day. I'm past the wall. I think I fell asleep standing up while waiting for the train home just a bit ago.
I'm so sick of handing out resumes, shaking people's hands, and "weighing" my (as of yet non-existent) summer options that my head could explode. whine. Whine. WHINE.
But seriously. . . if I had to make my summer decision right now I'd choose England and the lake. To hell with everything else. I'm not enthusiastic about getting on the plane just hours after my last final, but that's what they tell me the timing will have to be. The up side is that I'd be back by mid-July and could spend a few weeks on the boat in the serene north woods of Wisconsin before I have to be back in NYC for the start of class mid-August.
That sounds so glorious right now. Like a lemonade commercial.
Why can't life be a lemonade commercial? Why can't we pause that moment of summer where you have all your fun new stuff but school hasn't started? There's the thrill of anticipation but not the anxiety of actually stepping back into the societal sharktank of academia. New bulletin boards and no gum stuck to the bottom of chairs. Shiny new textbooks that haven't released the crackly groan of their covers at the hands of their first owner. The scent of all 48 crayons mingled together before a single one has been stretched out in a waxy streak against a crisp white page.
Posted by Amanda at April 10, 2003 10:45 PM
