The Summer

Over the summer I learned a lot about myself. I was stressed then surprised and finally relieved. I discovered motivation in school and you could even say I “came of age”. Combine lots surprises plus the two months of freedom in the summer and anything can happen.
Home stretch, that’s the phrase that came to my head mid-may last school year as I was just finishing up culminating’s and starting to make notes for the exams in June. At first just the thought of summer was so out of reach. The whole school year was behind me and all I could think was about exams. It was a hard year for me both physically and emotionally. The burden on my back felt like drinking icy cold water on a hot summer’s day but with water that just wouldn’t ever quench your thirst. By mid-June the unquenchable feeling was almost unbearable but alas the hope of the freedom of the summer kept me going. Although the last few weeks of the school year were stressful, inside I knew it was worth it or at least society says it’s worth it.
Growing up I remember always being bombarded from social media, and my parents that to be happy you have to go to school, get good marks, go to a prestigious university and become an astronaut/doctor/lawyer then you would finally live happily ever after. I do not agree that this would be the only way to be happy but I can understand why the media and parents would be enforcing it. The reason to go to school? To get educated. The reason to get good marks? To get into a good university. The reason for a good university? A higher chance of employment. What is all this for in the end? Money makes the world go round. What I found out about myself this summer was that it does not take much to keep myself happy and content about my life. I could picture myself working minimum wage and still be the happiest guy in the neighbourhood. Despite as grand and amazing working minimum wage all my life sounds, I concluded that in the future I wanted options in life like supporting