The thing that stresses me most about school is the perpetually looming assignment, the feeling that whatever free time I have is not truly free time because there's always reading or writing or research that I'm putting off. Perhaps this is why most students take a break during the summer. Here is how my summers have played out since starting college:
- The summer after my freshman year I worked full-time and took a missionary prep class.
- The next two summers I was a missionary in Madrid; while the locals took month-long vacations in Andalucia and Barcelona, we wandered the streets looking for investigators in 100-degree weather.
- The next summer I took a full load of classes while working full-time to save up enough money to get married.
- The summer after that I just worked full-time.
- The summer after that I had graduated, so again I was just working, so I guess this list isn't going to be as impressively masochistic as I thought it would be.
- But the summer after that I was back in school, and I did take classes. And worked, of course.
- And then I graduated again. And that summer, as I recall, I only worked somewhere between half- and three-quarters-time.
- But the next summer I worked like fifty hours a week between two jobs, so we can count that as a breakless summer too.
So I think I'll enjoy my summer while it lasts. The future will come when it comes.
1 comment:
It's impressively masochistic to ME, if that's any consolation. My summers during college were mostly spent taking one or two easy or independent study classes. And chillin'. It was completely indulgent. I am in awe of people who do as much as you have.
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