Louise

This summer, I worked. It's a kind of an awkward subject for most people I talked to, in classes or just meeting in the hallway. I ask them what they did this summer, and they have stories about trying twenty different kinds of gelato in Spain, or going to a college program in a city, or even getting away from Portland to go to there summer house and hang out for a couple of weeks. They ask me, and I say I worked, and they say where, and I tell them, and the conversation is over. The thing is, I had a great summer. I met some amazing people who I never would have met who have become some of my best friends, and completely understood what normal adult people have to deal with. I miss family dinners, birthday parties, and even just causal nights with friends. I get home late, and I get up early. I was tired, I was annoyed with my one day off, and barely 40 hours a week felt like I had no free time. I was a little taken aback when I realized that is barely full time. Still, it makes me appreciate my free time that much more. Long gone are the days when I would spend my summer sitting on my couch, I would spend my Tuesdays (a lame day off, I know) at the beach, or with my family and friends, what I should be doing all of the time. All in all, it was a great experience and a truly memorable one, even if it sounds boring when I try and describe it simply.