I don’t know about you guys, but back when I was in elementary school, I thought summer vacation was the best time of the year. I would get to hang out with my friends all the time, run through the sprinkler, watch cartoons. Those short 2 months of freedom were never long enough for me, and school was such a chore in comparison. I would spend the months leading up to that huge break staring out the classroom window wistfully, waiting for the summer heat to set in and carry me away from math and science for a glorious vacation, even if I was staying home.
That feeling persisted in high school, though I did enjoy my classes a bit more. Summertime began to take on a new meaning for me, though. I would go to sleep-away camp, work in the theatre or travel. I’d do some paid work, like mowing lawns or whatever, but it was still a vacation to me. It was nice, and now I long for those days.
Summer break when you’re in university is different. It is approximately 4 months long, and you’d better spend those 4 months working yourself to the bone, or you are toast. Or at least that seems to be my parent’s take on it. Apparently if I don’t get my license in the mail and start working for my security job soon, they won’t be helping me with my tuition. So you can see why I’m starting to get a bit stressed.
The other issue is that my parents don’t want me sitting around the house all day. They want me to help out with chores and the like, to go out and do things and not turn into a total couch potato. Which I totally get! I’ve been trying to help out around the house more: cleaning dishes, mowing the lawn once in a while. And I’m trying to be more active. I go out and visit friends, take walks. On top of all that, I am also trying to find an apartment for myself and my friends next year. There is a lot to be done in regards to that. And all these things begin to pile up until suddenly there are not enough hours in the day, it seems.
Sometimes, the stress of too much to do can prevent us from doing anything at all. At least, that’s the case with me. I’m not good at organizing myself, and it becomes even harder in summer, since it’s practically programmed into my brain that summertime is leisure time. At one point my mom decided that the best way to keep me occupied was to maintain a daily “to do” list—which worked OK for a while, but then maintaining it became a chore as well, so I fell out of the habit before it could even become one. I’m going to try to go back to it, though. For the short while that I kept it up, I did get a lot done, even if I was less relaxed.