Who invented summer school? As a parent with LOTS of little children, summer school was a Godsend. It gave my kidlets something to do. At one time, summer school was free, and it consisted of "enrichment" classes. My children LOVED going to summer school - and I LOVED them going because that freed me up to tackle the jobs only a mother can do without multiple interruptions. You know, like wash diapers, toilets and eating bonbons.
Well, the children are gone, and I have gone and enrolled in my schools spring/summer terms. What am I thinking? Summer is supposed to be a time to relax and enjoy the grass growing between my toes and eating home-grown tomatoes. Also it is a time to CATCH-UP with life.
But then what am I thinking? Am I being selfish? I have had a long run where I have been able to do whatever I wanted during the summer months (let's imagine that is a true statement!) - while countless men and women each day, have to go to work - with no summer off to relax and enjoy green toes and rotten tomatoes.
OK - I admit it - I am whining because nine credits in seven weeks is more time consuming than I expected. I knew it and did it anyway - the reasoning was excellent. But doubts are finding a way into my mind and heart regarding this decision.
Why won't someone just give me a home-grown tomato and put me out of my misery? Heirloom preferably, please?
