“You’ll just have to take this class over the summer.”
Cool. I can do that. I made it five years, ten semesters, and four majors without having to take a summer class. It will be kind of cool, I thought. Easier because it is only a few weeks long, I thought. Well, I started my first summer class this Monday, and I am here to report back to you what I have learned about summer classes.
At first you are PUMPED that you managed to secure a slot on the roster for this summer class.
It’s the pre-requisite for the pre-requisite for the pre-requisite for your capstone. Now you might actually graduate on time!
Plus you still get a summer vacation.
Three weeks off from school is practically a lifetime.
Wait, what do you MEAN I start class tomorrow?
You don’t even have a notebook or a pen
But you set off to your first day off class with high hopes that you will just go over the syllabus anyway.
As you walk to your class you are LOVING the weather
Walking to class in the freezing cold during the winter is torture, but this…this is nice.
Three minutes into your walk, the heat sets in
And you begin to wonder when your campus was transferred to the Sahara desert.
But soon as you walk into your building you are greeted with a cool breeze of central air and all is well
You walk into class and notice that there are a lot of people from your major that you have already had class with
Could be good, could be bad. You quickly scan the crowd and PRAY the weird girl from Editorial News Writing isn’t in this class too.
Aaaaand there she is.
Class begins and you think “Hey! This isn’t too bad!”
It is a small class, the professor seems relaxed, and you’ve scored a hot lab partner to boot.
Three hours into class, your brain is fried
The professor explains that every class you will be moving quickly enough to fit two classes worth of material in one. The tears begin to form. You reach for a paper bag and begin hyperventilating.
You’re also freezing.
WHY is the central air turned down so low? You didn’t sign up to go to school in Antarctica.
Class runs 5 minutes over
And when the Professor says “That is it for tonight. Does anyone have any questions?” you breathe a sigh of relief and gather your belongings.
You’re about to escape when someone commits the ultimate crime:
They actually ask a question.
You actually may kill them.
10 minutes later question time is over
And you can finally head home to eat (because no one is ever hungry before class).
And as you stuff your face…
You swear you will never take another summer class.