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by Jennifer Bowman
You're sitting there enjoying a nice half-hour of Spongebob Squarepants. The sun is shining and you woke up at 1 pm that day. You don't have to think and the world is yours. Ah. Summer.
Then BOOM. Out of nowhere. Back-to-school commercials, binders and pencils at every corner! Your relaxing summer has turned into a fit of nervousness and dread!
The evilness of advertising has struck. An aura of nothing has been SHATTERED by the thought of attending the governmentally funded American version of hell: school.
Now, now. School isn't that bad. Really. But what IS bad is ruining a summer that is already too short and cluttered with thoughts of school-like things. Since the middle of June I've been completely worried about school. This shout out of sarcastic thanks goes out to the media, who really can be blamed for so much of my troubles.
Back to the topic. Summer is such a lovely time. Why do parents, teachers, and advertisers feel the need to tarnish the two and a half months we get to ourselves? One used to look forward to curling up with a good book on a summer rainy day. Teachers took this concept, stamped a label and an assignment on it, and it was henceforth known as "summer reading", which is basically a horrid homework assignment that lasts from June to August.
Why is it necessary? I thought back-to-school ads started in August . . because that's when we're going back to school. I thought parents were supposed to simply disappear into a void in the summer. I thought it was OUR TIME to have fun. I thought for ten weeks out of the whole year we'd get peace, quiet, and a longer curfew time.
We might not even have summer anymore. I've had to get up at the same time as I normally do, I've had to worry about summer assignments, I've had to watch commercials and programs and things that unfairly and unmercifully advertise school-related things.
I feel the summers I once knew are gone. Next summer will be my last summer break ever. What will become of it? Will I be utterly depressed, and distraught?
No! Because next summer I will have a CAR. And that's the key to true happiness for any good summer vacation.
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