The job hunt (albeit late) has begun (again), and the ambiguities of, "I have absolutely no idea where I am going to be in a few hours or days," begins as well. Summer comes only once per year. It's quite brief, about 10 weeks, and if you lolly-gag, you are sure to have spent it unproductively, and worse, if you plan absolutely nothing, you end up hating doing nothing, as well, since you will be bored out of your mind when all the opportunities pass you by. Yes, I am usually classified as one of the vegetable-like of the human species when it comes to summer because I am always one thing: indecisive. Indecisiveness may be worse than a bit of rash or impulsiveness, since at least the impulsive person is getting some experience or doing Something during their summer, whereas the indecisive person (like me) is usually spending those three months pan-cake flat on her back in the moist shade of some darkened basement or bedroom waiting for classes to begin again in the fall. It is such morbid imagery, in fact. I might as well take a course, go to Europe, or work. Well, why not? It should look a little better on a resume than, "Survived an especially humid summer; steam-meditated on my back for three months." So, plan early, plan now, or, if you plan late, at least plan for the fall. As the saying goes, "If you don't change, life will change you."
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