By SHRAVAN RAGHAVAN
I am four months into my summer vacation now, and I am overcome with a sense of anticipation, restlessness and joy that it is finally coming to an end. While I dread the incessant seismic waves of midterms, papers, and exams that will be flung at me with flippant disregard, I would hope that after two years, I can dodge or at least stumble over those hurdles.
As the son of a diplomat, my father doesn’t stay in one place for more than a few years, which meant that this summer, if I was to visit my parents, it wouldn’t have been in Caracas, Venezuela, where I went to high school, but in Santiago, Chile, a relative nondescript location (not as a tourist destination, but from a personal perspective based on the probability of having a good time). It didn’t take much to sense that I would be bored to death with no friends and little in the way of activities with my parents who have aged both in mind and body.
With that in mind, I decided to spend the summer with my sister and brother-in-law in Chicago. While it may seem a little superficial and lacking in a much needed sense of morality and family values, and to a great extent, it probably is, spending time with them wasn’t as high on my list of priorities as finding a gym. My parents don’t have a gym in their appartment; my sister does. It was a fairly simple decision.
When I finished my exams at the end of April, I experienced an amalgam of emotions, ranging from relief that eight months of hard work had finally come to an end, to childish enthusiasm at leaving Vancouver- a city which through no fault of its own- had become synonymous with the aches and pains of midterms and exams rather than with the effervescent beauty of college life.
However, four months on, I can hardly remember ever feeling those emotions and can scarcely believe why I ever would. Sitting on my butt, watching television, and surfing the internet has somehow lost its novelty value in the monotonous routine I’ve become a little too comfortable with over this summer break. The sheer boredom stemming from not being able to drink, having no friends to hang out with, and being cooped up in my sister’s appartment has taken its toll and has been mentally exhausting.
I have a little over two weeks to go and I’m already getting antsy as I watch the paint dry and the seconds tick by. I’m going back to school…thank God!