School's for fools

 Summer school was made to be a punishment. 

A punishment to those kids that the teachers didn't like (or so I always thought in my naive days). 

Now I am in summer school. This feels like a punishment. 

In Utah, the weather is beautiful right now. 

(I'm sure in a day or two the snow will come back. I have trust issues with Utah weather, I am still skeptical that its going to have an angry moment and change my beautiful blue skies to gray frigid snow)

But in the past few days, the sun has been shining on my soul. It has been shining enough to melt my frozen blood vessels! I honestly haven't said "I'm cold" in 2 weeks! 

This weather makes the birds sing "oh how lovely is the morning" to me.

 I see flowers blooming, practically right before my eyes.

 I see couples being twitter-pated and getting engaged because the heart-warming weather is confusing them for the spirit. 

(not always true, but you'd be surprised what happens on some picnic blankets around here) 

Worst/best of all is that everyday I see people buying shaved ice treats at the Hokulia (Bahama bucks of Utah) on my way to campus and I long to join them....

 But oh wait. I am being punished by my responsibility of adulthood that is driving me to graduate from college. This same adulthood responsibility somehow convinced me to sign up for classes till June. 

I might as well be in jail. 

Only 31 more days...