Post by HybridMoment on Jul 5, 2006 23:49:07 GMT -5
Summertime blues.
As far as I can recall every summer of my life has been a particularly miserable one. It's not that the other seasons of my life are that great either, but the summers seem to be especially awful. And while they are not as bad as the impoverished life of someone starving in a 3rd world country, I can never seem to get away from the misery that is summer. I hate this season.
Some of my first memories of hating summer were the dreaded 'What I did on my summer vacation' essays that were always the first paper that had to be written at the beginning of each school year. It was bad enough that I always felt I had to exaggerate the "fun" I had doing nothing all summer, when other students wrote about their exciting vacations. The only reason I know what the other students wrote was that we always had to read these essays out loud to the class, which was even worse then having to write the essay. It also wasn't true that I did "nothing" all summer. I usually had to help my parents cut brush (including poison oak and poison ivy) along barbed wire electric fence lines in the hot Texas weather, but I didn't really feel like mentioning that in front of the class. And no I'm not a migrant farm worker, but I did see some of them in my neighbors fields while I was working on my parents farm. I wasn't the only one in my family to hate these essays either, once while cleaning our room I found a "What I did on my summer vacation" essay my sister had written. The essay was very well written and I'm proud of her for having such great writing skills, however the entire thing was a fabricated tale of how much fun our family had on our trip to Colorado. We don't take vacations in my family; we've never left the state.
As if fighting off sunburn, heat exhaustion, extreme humidity and mosquitoes weren't enough each summer also seems to have some sort of illness or disaster associated with it. It's almost a way I can recall years by thinking of what bad thing happened in each summer. The yard fire of 92' (uh don't ask), the contagious month-long illness my sister brought home and we all got infected with of 97', the summer one of my brothers got attacked by our part wolf stray dog we found of 89', the summer that it flooded so badly that people's houses were washed away, the summer I got an ear infection so bad that I was temporarily deaf for over a week… Some of the more recent summers were the first summer of my dad's retirement aka the summer our computer overheated and we got to listen to his complain all summer about how it was our fault. The summer I couldn't find a job and all my electronics broke, and I also fell into a creek while riding my bike because a cow was standing in my way, that was the summer before last summer, which was the summer I ended up working split shifts seven days a week so it wouldn't be another unemployed summer.
Thinking of my job reminds me of another thing I hate about summer, "tourist season". I wish it were more life dove and deer season, but for some reason it's illegal to shoot them. I guess it's because they bring the town so much revenue and drunks are more likely to spend money. So much of the business in town is geared towards tourism, there really isn't anything else good left. If I wanted to take a summer vacation I couldn't, because this is our busiest time of the year at work.
I didn't get to buy fireworks for the 4th of July either.
I had to work, and after work it was raining so hard I was completly drenched by the time I got home. I couldn't even wear my shoes today because they were still wet. The hotdog my family saved for me was cold by that time and we didn't even have any pickle relish either. And it still wasn't as bad as that summer I mentioned earlier when my whole family was sick for a whole month. That 4th of July we just slept through and didn't even eat anything.
The only thing I like about summer is my favorite pastime of writing long pointless complaints about how much I hate summer; and snow cones. Did I mention none of the vehicles I've ever owned have had air conditioning? Oh and I forgot to mention high gas prices too.
As far as I can recall every summer of my life has been a particularly miserable one. It's not that the other seasons of my life are that great either, but the summers seem to be especially awful. And while they are not as bad as the impoverished life of someone starving in a 3rd world country, I can never seem to get away from the misery that is summer. I hate this season.
Some of my first memories of hating summer were the dreaded 'What I did on my summer vacation' essays that were always the first paper that had to be written at the beginning of each school year. It was bad enough that I always felt I had to exaggerate the "fun" I had doing nothing all summer, when other students wrote about their exciting vacations. The only reason I know what the other students wrote was that we always had to read these essays out loud to the class, which was even worse then having to write the essay. It also wasn't true that I did "nothing" all summer. I usually had to help my parents cut brush (including poison oak and poison ivy) along barbed wire electric fence lines in the hot Texas weather, but I didn't really feel like mentioning that in front of the class. And no I'm not a migrant farm worker, but I did see some of them in my neighbors fields while I was working on my parents farm. I wasn't the only one in my family to hate these essays either, once while cleaning our room I found a "What I did on my summer vacation" essay my sister had written. The essay was very well written and I'm proud of her for having such great writing skills, however the entire thing was a fabricated tale of how much fun our family had on our trip to Colorado. We don't take vacations in my family; we've never left the state.
As if fighting off sunburn, heat exhaustion, extreme humidity and mosquitoes weren't enough each summer also seems to have some sort of illness or disaster associated with it. It's almost a way I can recall years by thinking of what bad thing happened in each summer. The yard fire of 92' (uh don't ask), the contagious month-long illness my sister brought home and we all got infected with of 97', the summer one of my brothers got attacked by our part wolf stray dog we found of 89', the summer that it flooded so badly that people's houses were washed away, the summer I got an ear infection so bad that I was temporarily deaf for over a week… Some of the more recent summers were the first summer of my dad's retirement aka the summer our computer overheated and we got to listen to his complain all summer about how it was our fault. The summer I couldn't find a job and all my electronics broke, and I also fell into a creek while riding my bike because a cow was standing in my way, that was the summer before last summer, which was the summer I ended up working split shifts seven days a week so it wouldn't be another unemployed summer.
Thinking of my job reminds me of another thing I hate about summer, "tourist season". I wish it were more life dove and deer season, but for some reason it's illegal to shoot them. I guess it's because they bring the town so much revenue and drunks are more likely to spend money. So much of the business in town is geared towards tourism, there really isn't anything else good left. If I wanted to take a summer vacation I couldn't, because this is our busiest time of the year at work.
I didn't get to buy fireworks for the 4th of July either.
I had to work, and after work it was raining so hard I was completly drenched by the time I got home. I couldn't even wear my shoes today because they were still wet. The hotdog my family saved for me was cold by that time and we didn't even have any pickle relish either. And it still wasn't as bad as that summer I mentioned earlier when my whole family was sick for a whole month. That 4th of July we just slept through and didn't even eat anything.The only thing I like about summer is my favorite pastime of writing long pointless complaints about how much I hate summer; and snow cones. Did I mention none of the vehicles I've ever owned have had air conditioning? Oh and I forgot to mention high gas prices too.
