When I first realized I have less than a month of no homework and sleeping in left, my last three weeks of summer vacation instantly got sucked down that Back-to-School preparation drain.
I started playing a kind of switching game in my head.
Reading a good book. Switch that with a two-inch psychology textbook.
Sleeping in until 11 a.m. Switch that with standing at the city bus stop at 7 a.m.
Doing whatever I want, whenever I want. Switch that with a rigorous study schedule, attainable only through a strict eight coffees a day regimen.
I found it hard to enjoy anything I did because I couldn’t help seeing it through my I-won’t-be-able-to-do-this-once-I’m-back-in-school filter.
But yesterday I suddenly phased back into my summer vacation. And that’s because I really thought about what I was going back to this September.
There are no bully students. There are no bully teachers. You’re in charge of your educational plan. You’re going to a place that’s built for you. University is an exciting place to be.
Maybe going back to school isn’t so bad after all.