I thought I had done an exceptional job in my first two semesters at Haskell Indian Nations University. The next step, I thought, would be to attempt to keep this train rolling- knock out all my classes until I grasped that diploma. So, in the latter parts of my spring 2009 semester I made up my mind to not take the summer off. As soon as the opportunity came up to apply for summer courses, I staked my claim in two courses. I was focused, determined, and red-hot from a very productive spring semester, and all I saw in the future was courses being slain left and right by my will to succeed, or by my want to just be done.
All was going as planned until I found myself in the lull between the spring and summer semesters. I suddenly found myself undetermined, unmotivated, and yes, lazy. That lull can that is more commonly referred to as Summer. The season that beckons you to relax a half-hour longer than usual, actually, maybe two half-hours longer. The most pleasant of all seasons when the histamine-filled air of spring is being layed to rest, and the Earth-sweeping air of Fall far from the mind. Ahh, summer, summer, how do you do it?
I was sitting in class during the first week of summer school and all I was thinking was "why?", as I gazed out a window that covered an opening in the walls of the cinder-block building our class was in.