Back to School…Or Not So Much

It is pretty much mid-August already, and for you lucky bastards heading back to school in the fall, it is time for the back-to-school insanity: Back-to-school sales. Back-to-school packing. Back-to-school planning. Back-to-school countdowns.

For me, however – a newly anointed adult – mid August means nothing more than insanely hot days where I don’t want to leave the house because I am so depressed that I am not going back to school in two weeks. No welcome week to look forward to. No reuniting with friends after 3 months apart. No dollar pitchers on a Wednesday night.

Nope, just another fucking day to get up at 5:30, go to the gym and head into my office where I have no windows and no contact to the outside world only to return home to my (fabulous) apartment and do even more work before going to bed and starting it all again. Hell, if it weren’t for the JC Penny back-to-school ads that show up in movie theaters, I wouldn’t even know it was mid-August to begin with!

Without a school year to look forward to, days blend into weeks, which blend into months and before I knew it, the summer is gone and I still look like (a well-dressed) Casper the Ghost.

God the real world sucks. What I wouldn’t give for one night of insanity with my girls. One night of sangria on the porch, followed by hours of beer pong and culminating in a giant dance party in our living room.

Don’t get me wrong; there are a lot of great firsts after college – first apartment, first job, first official happy hour. But this first – the first August where I can’t partake in the back-to-school excitement – leaves me feeling less than thrilled. I am just going to crawl into bed with my college photo albums. Wake me up for Christmas break.

Oh wait. I don’t get that either.

Fuck.