If you asked me a couple of years ago what my favorite season of the year was, I would have said winter. I love the snow, Christmas time, drinking hot chocolate (though I drink it year round anyway) and everything that comes along with the winter season, but as years passed, I grew to resent it. Summer slowly became my favorite time of the year, solely because it granted me time off from school and allowed me to do anything I wanted without any time restrictions. That changed this past summer when I started working. I'm not going to complain because the weekly paychecks made it worthwhile, but the inconsistent hours made the summer a drag and easily one of the most lackluster summer "vacations" I've had in some time.
That "light at the end of the tunnel" so to speak was coming back to college in September. You might be thinking to yourself, "Wait, he'd rather be at school than at home?" It sounds strange, I know, but not as strange as you might think. Also, keep in mind that I don't drink, smoke or do drugs. I didn't want to "escape" to the college environment because there wouldn't be any rules. I simply feel more in comfort zone at college where I don't have to rely on anyone. While many kids dread going back to school every September (or August for most), I look forward to it. I realize that it's different for middle/high school students and college students since it's a completely different atmosphere, but even when I was in middle/high school I never complained about going back. You know it's going to happen, so why whine?