2004-05-14 - 2:31 PM

Yesterday, I was sitting out on a bench in front of Old Chem, chewing savagely on some Strawberry Laffy Taffy and drinking a pepsi, cramming for my last final, Chem. Went in, chin low, eyes up, got my test on. Walked out feeling like a God. Not because of the test. No, I did okay on it. Not too good, not too bad. Good enough. But it was the last final of the semester.

Walking out those doors was like walking into a new world. A crazy, fantastic new world of freedom and joy. A beautiful, bright and shiny day that smelled like sunscreen and soda. Girls that embodied the very concept of aesthetic perfection sunbathing out on the lawn in front of the student union. The air smelled of hot dogs and sunscreen, freshly mown grass and water balloon fights. It looked, smelled, tasted like summer.

I stuck an AA in my little mp3 player and performed my sacred end-of-semester ritual... Listening to Alice Cooper's "School's Out," and I smiled a goofy stupid smile to myself, because for the next few weeks, there were no longer expectations of me. Essays, projects, tests, multiple choice exams... Nights at the lab, days with textbooks, material to cover, work to be done. I had become my own man, no earthly expectations of me save enacting my sacred right to be flappin' in the wind.

Like LAN parties, puppies with bambi-eyes, girls who pound after a high-five and blasting a watermelon with a 12-gauge shotgun, I profoundly and deeply and powerfully love summer.

And it's here.

-Alex

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