First of all, it’s important to remind you that I’m one of the people who’s just better suited to winter. I like sweaters, I like my nose being a bit cold, I like snuggling into my duvet at night, I like scarves, I like making tea after tea after tea, and I like snow a bit too much for my own good.
I do not like summer.
This started ages ago, back when “summer” just meant “time off from school.” I lived in the New York City area (and there’s a reason the Lovin Spoonful’s song “Summer in the City” describes it as “back of my neck getting dirty and gritty”) and had no air conditioning and was possessed of a mother (a teacher and so also at liberty during the summer and only during the summer) who would develop the sudden urge to tar the roof or start a garden or teach us orienteering. Summer was, therefore, exhausting and so very hot.
What I actually am looking forward to, however, is the time to work. I know that sounds geekish or nerdy to those on the outside, plenty of friends back home have told me so. But I wouldn’t be in this field if I didn’t prefer its company to that of other more mundane pleasures. I really do look forward to some chunks of time when I can work uninterrupted and not have to worry about grading the next batch of papers or going to campus for student conferences where someone cries and someone else yells. It will be blissful, concentrated, and devoted work-time.
(In some coffee shop where it’s air-conditioned.)
Published in: Student Voices