When July arrives (in like, 35 seconds), I will be blessed with an additional class added to the summer pile.

For those of you not in the know, summer class is a bit of a different beast than the regular semester.

• Instead of meeting once a week for 3 hours, summer class meets twice a week for 3 hours.
• Instead of meeting for 16 weeks, summer class meets for 6 or 7 weeks.
• Instead of having evenly spread assignments and weeks without assignments, you have stuff due almost every class period.
• Instead of being in “school mode,” you are in “summer mode,” which means you are more likely to make bad decisions like going out on weeknights and taking weekend trips and sleeping in and such.

So, I’m already entangled in a summer course. All of that stuff is going on. In July, I will add another course, which will double all of that stuff above…. pluuuuuussss….

• This is a children’s lit class (argh)
• This is a class that only runs for FOUR WEEKS (omg)
• This is a class taught by a visiting professor (ihavenoideawhatiamgettingmyselfinto)

I gave myself a long weekend before this madness begins, so I’ve spent the past three days doing a whole lot of laying around. I haven’t opened my large, nerdy spreadsheet once. My library books are overdue, my apartment is full of half-completed cleaning projects, and I’m two and a half books deep into a Harry Potter Reading Marathon (will I make it to 7 before the 15th? Most likely not. See: July)

Three days of equal parts lethargy and clearing the decks for an intense four weeks.

But that’s the nice thing about summer session. It’s furious, but when it’s over, it’s OVER.

August 1 is going to feel so sweet.