3 Weeks of Freedom

     This summer is going to be awful, and by awful, I mean great, but also awful. I'm staying here for the first half of it to take classes, which won't be that bad. Part of me is actually looking forward to it. I'm assuming Boston in the summer is nice, and I'm especially excited to have an air conditioner in our room. Taking summer classes was sort of an impulse decision. I felt like I was falling behind after declaring a dual major, so I wanted to take classes to get ahead and to catch up. I'd be getting ahead in computer science courses and catching up on my business courses. So, I got an email one day informing me of important dates for the summer, like the day time tickets were released, or when the course catalog came out. Being the good person I am, I shared this information with my desired roommates for the summer, in case they hadn't seen the email.

     Everything was going pretty well, until yesterday happened. Out of nowhere, I realized that I forgot when my registration time started, because the summer completely slipped my mind altogether. I opened up my laptop, and saw that I missed the beginning of my registration period by four days. Sad face. One of the classes I was planning on taking was full, and my second option was also full. Double sad face. I got into my other class, though, which I guess is alright. After I checked, I asked my roommates if they remembered to register at the beginning of their time slots, and they said yes. One of them had the same time slot as I did, and we had a conversation about it, and he didn't even bother to remind me. What a dick. This is me putting blame on other people, because I can't face the consequences of my actions.

     Anyways, that's what the first of my summer looks like. I'll be taking classes, working out, and exploring the city. What's awful about that part is the fact that I won't be home until July, so I potentially won't see any of my friends until then unless they want to come up and visit, but I know they won't because they're lazy. The other awful, but great, but awful part of summer is the second half. After my summer classes, I'll be home for a total of maybe two weeks before my family leaves for Egypt. This is great because I haven't seen my extended family for almost 6 years, but awful because again, I won't be home for very long. We're staying in Egypt for supposedly a month, which means I'll be getting home with one week to spare before moving in for my fall semester. I'm excited to go to Egypt, but it is a huge chunk of time, but it's worth it because I miss my family and my home country.

     Basically, this summer is going to be awful and great. It's going to be an awfully great and greatly awful summer. I'll make it work. I'll force my friends to come visit me, and I'll force them to communicate with me while I'm in Egypt. Everything will be fine.