You ever notice how when the school year is about to wrap up everyone seems to perk up at the notion of summer. Great! Some time off to do the stuff that I want, you think to yourself.
Then the first few weeks of summer go by and you realize that you haven’t done too much. That’s no problem, you think to yourself. I’m sure I get around to doing some awesome stuff.
Now it’s the Fourth of July weekend. You are watching fireworks with your loved ones and your pals and as the fireworks light up the night sky you begin having an existential crisis. Oh my God, summer is almost half over and I haven’t done a darn thing worth doing.
Here’s where the real problem begins. Now you’re summer becomes a pursuit of doing a whole bunch of things that you thought you would always have time for.
Too make it worse, people who you are forced to make small talk with in casual conversation have nothing better to ask you then questions like “What classes are you taking next year?” or “What year or you now?” Suddenly, the realization that your summer is over is almost amplified by the fact that people keep asking you about what’s going to happen when your summer is officially over.
It’s this observer’s opinion that the song is always the same. Why is it that summer is always over before it’s really over.
For a few weeks, maybe a full month, you’re able to forget about school and put everything behind you and enjoy those early days of summer.
Then, all of the sudden, school starts to show its head and the summer begins the process of dying. If you’re truly unlucky then near the end of July, maybe you start getting emails concerning classes.
Maybe it’s just my own pessimistic view of the world to constantly have things hanging over my head even during times of rest and peace, but the summers just seem shorter and shorter every year.
I get it, time flies when you’re having fun. But, this summer went by too fast for me to even really set in and have fun. Sure, I did a lot of things that I enjoyed. I saw a lot of movies over the summer – some of them good, some of them not so good. I worked a lot and made some really good money.
Based on the assessment above, it’s almost not fair to say that I did enjoy my summer. Don’t get it twisted, I would say that the last few months were fun and quite relaxing. However, I wouldn’t say that this summer seemed to lack the punch that a summer should have.
This next statement is issued to all the members of the St. Xavier freshmen class or to the younger members of the St. Xavier community that have made the time investment to read this newspaper and this article. Savor the summers while you can. They start going by really fast and you barely have enough time to comprehend that you even have time off to plan things.
(To be totally fair, maybe I was just unprepared for the summer and should’ve had plans ready anyway…. However, that doesn’t change the fact that time seems to be moving at an exponentially quicker rate.
Have we stumbled into a time warp where time seems to be moving at a rate faster than usual? Should we alert the nations top scientists to this matter? Should we call Doc Brown and tell him to gear up the DeLorean to 88 miles per hour?
I don’t know. Maybe it’s just that the precious moments are few and far between and that when they’re around we should savor them as they come and try to suck the marrow out of life.
Anyway, welcome back to school.
Brian Laughran
Editor-in-Chief