I love summer. I love the weather, but really I love summer for the endless days of relaxed and idyllic bliss. I love the freedom that comes with having nothing to do- that’s when everything and anything can be done. I love adventures and not knowing where the day may take me. I love the absence of schedules and stress. I love picnics and ice cream and boating and watermelon and ice cream and beach days and ice cream and barbecues and clear skies and ice cream and people watching on my front stoop and ice cream and hiking and movie nights and ice cream and stargazing and ice cream. And did I mention ice cream?
I love the burst of cold air I feel when I walk out of the sun and into an ice cream shop. I love spending twenty minutes deciding which flavor I want. I love that I always end up choosing triple chocolate. I love spending another ten minutes deciding on a topping before I once again acknowledge that triple chocolate ice cream is perfect just the way it is. I love the race to eat my ice cream before it melts down my hand. I love finishing off my ice cream, vowing that I could never again eat ice cream again and craving some more only five minutes later. I love that I never seem to gain weight from all the ice cream because running after ice cream trucks is a serious workout. I really love ice cream.
The end of finals and the start of my infinitely many ice cream escapades could not come any sooner. Somehow, this semester has been the shortest and longest one yet. It’s just nutty. And it isn’t even over. Finals week is definitely going to be one rocky road. I have the urge to just make like a banana and split. But I know that we can do this, for sherbert!! We’ve got to milk this semester for all it’s worth because the end is always bittersweet. And when summer vacation finally comes, don’t let your life become vanilla. Shake it up a bit, add some chocolate and most importantly enjoy some ice cream.
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