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As I am writing this blog assignment, I am looking out the window next to my computer; it’s already seven thirty at night, and still the sun is shining brightly out the window. Today is by far the warmest day all year, and summer fever is running rampant around the school. All the girls wearing their summer skirts and sandals, the guys taking off shirts to study for a final exam or finish their last projects of the semester out in the sun or under the shade of a tree. It’s hard to believe that the year is really over. I am still trying to decide what classes, if any, I would like to take during the summer semester. Unfortunately most of the classes I need to take are not being offered during the summer semester; it’s quite frustrating to say the least! I think I have a bone to pick with my department head about that… It’s fairly difficult to stay in school full time if there aren’t any classes to take.
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Oh, how the sun is shining through the window where I sit; the fever of summer frenzy is running a contagious rampage through the halls, classrooms, and green fields of Red Rocks Community College. Remarkably, it’s nearly quarter till eight in the evening! I still can’t decide what classes I am going to take this summer; the naughty voice of summer fever whispering in my ear that I should take none at all. Across the way a group of guys play soccer and hacky sack, and close by a group of girls in their summer skirts and sandals watch enviously, deciding who will have the courage to go and ask for a phone number before their chance fades away into the summer heat. I can’t decide what to do; there aren’t even classes that I need this summer! Maybe if I went outside and played some hacky sack it would help me decide.
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Did you see that? That little cute little blonde in the leather miniskirt that just walked by the window? I might be the only one, but it seems to me that I’ve caught some sort of virus. I was thinking about going to the doctor, but a close friend of mine says its summer fever and that at the end of spring semester at Red Rocks Community College everyone catches it. I’m trying to decide what classes I should take, but it’s nearly impossible when you are so sick; not to mention that my choices are so limited because of the lack of classes offered by my department. The sun is hitting my monitor so brightly I can’t even see the registration screen anyway; which is hard to believe since it is going to be ten o’clock at night in almost two hours! I’m going to march right upstairs to my department administrator and give him a piece of my mind… Or maybe not, since it appears that I might be able to go play some soccer with the group I see right outside my window. Should I go, or should I do the responsible thing and finish my homework and school registration?
I’ve made up my mind; I’m going to finish registering for classes and finish my blog assignment. My good conscious tells me it’s the right thing to do. The classmate in front of me is wildly texting her friends about tonight’s events, my classmate to the right checking her email in anticipation of her ticket confirmation for the concert this weekend. Can it be true? Is everyone else in the room caught the same sickness? Can no one focus on what they are supposed to be doing when the sun still shines so brightly at eight o’clock in the evening? My mind begins to wander as I ponder all these things, my fingers pounding at my homework, my mind not sure what words my pounding fingers sing. There she is again, that curious little blonde. Oh how I wish I could just get up and leave this place, but again my good conscious screams for me to stay in place. The seconds pass by with an ever creeping pace, until finally my smiling teachers face announces the end of this grueling race. We’ve finished, we’re done! Hooray for God’s good grace!
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“Chirp, Chirp”. Although the window is solid glass, I can hear the bird’s happy words as I sit here in class. Not only is he happy, but is he as excited for the sun to be shining at seven thirty at night as I am? Surely so, for I would imagine if beings as complex as human beings can be enthralled and exhilarated by the flowering of plants, the sprouting buds of fruit trees, the explosion of green, the feeling of freedom created by not having to wear five layers of winter clothing, then surely the bird must be exhilarated too. We’re getting close now, the time is almost here. Wait! Is that her? The one I’ve had my eye on all semester? Should I jump out of my chair, ditch the end of this class and run to talk to her? Surely my teacher would not appreciate that, but then again it probably wouldn’t matter. There is only twenty minutes left in class, and I would assume that I would only miss goodbyes; something I have never liked anyway. With reluctance, my good nature kicks in, and with sadness I watch her fade away into a blur of grass and sunlight as the glare on the window blends her into the summer heat. I guess I better register for my summer classes; maybe she will be there too and I’ll have one more chance to ask her out before she leaves again.
