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As a college student freshly home from her first year, I am bound by the duties of such a title to noxiously spew just how great of a time I had at college. Such a job description entails being sentenced to a three-month-long summer back in my hometown. You may be thinking “Why would you ever complain about summer??” Well, it's not easy being an almost twenty-year old, coming off of an amazing year of school, who is forced to come home to a dingy town, suddenly having three roommates instead of one (two of whom are over fifty and will not stop talking about inflation), and have to beg said roommates for rides because you are driver’s license-less (I am working on it). Due to my insufferable nature, as soon as my plane touched the ground, I took it upon myself to never shut up about how much I wanted to go back to school, my friends, and my extremely walkable city where I actually don’t need a driver’s license and am never shamed for not having one, Mom.
Regardless, I’ve been trying to re-adapt to my life back in the town I graduated high school in (read: Paris Hilton in The Simple Life) by filling my time doing things like hanging out with my friends and sister, where we create echo chambers talking with each other about how bored we all are. I’ve also been going on walks, where the only thoughts that cycle through my head are, "When will I return? Will I ever return?” As time inches by, I’m beginning to feel like a loyal Rhianna fan waiting for the release of her newest album.
My time at home during these grueling dog days is worse than most may endure, as I moved away from my actual hometown during the fall of my senior year of high school. I know, tragic, horrible, poor little me. Thank you, dear reader, for the sympathies, but trust that I am over it. (That is a lie, I will never get over this). Thus, I am forced to try to keep contact with the friends of my childhood to little avail- a Snapchat streak only means so much in terms of a “friendship,” you know.
Alas, as I am doomed to walk the humid streets of this pseudo-hometown, I decided that it would be best to seek employment. I might as well get paid for sulking at a desk, instead of in my room, haunted by the memorabilia of high school years past.
So, here I am, at said job, writing the very words that you are reading, on company time. In this day and age, it is imperative that we take a stand against corporations and conglomerates that threaten to destroy our planet and democracy. Beloved reader, I am doing my part in this fight for justice by boycotting my work responsibilities and channeling my complaints into a Microsoft Word document.
I wish I could end this article with wise words, telling you, "Don’t worry, you’ll be back in your dorm at school in no time! Here is what I did to make summer fly by :).” However, being as I only ever complain and am very rarely proactive, I have no such advice to offer you, my darling reader. I should probably get back to work.