It happens every year. And somehow it always sneaks up on me. Something that I loathe and decry each and every time it occurs. It inconveniences me–no, it ANNOYS me. Disrupts my schedule and ruins my otherwise fabulous summer.
What, you ask, could be so awful? So repulsive that could get you in such a tiff?
The students come back.
That’s right. Approximately 25% of our town’s population leaves for the summer and COMES BACK, those evil fiends, at the end of August. I get so used to having a fairly quiet town, so unassuming and calm during the summer months. But then terror strikes when all 30,000 of them creep back into our neighborhood and clog up our streets. And if Utah drivers didn’t annoy me enough, having drivers from all over the freakin country makes it a billion times worse.
Then there’s that fact that they ALL OWN A CAR. I didn’t own a car when I was a student. My roommates didn’t own a car when they were students. Only one of us had one (okay maybe two, but Xena didn’t count). Now they all have a nice and shiny new vehicle that Daddy bought them so they didn’t have to suffer for a second whilst they were away at college. Seriously. BMW’s, Infinity’s, Acura’s, brand new Honda’s, etc, etc, etc. Just to get them to the grocery store that is three blocks away.
And then as I’m grinding my teeth and making gestures at the rude drivers I remember my first autumn here. I, admittedly, moved here to go to school. All the sensations of the changing of the season here reminds me of that magical time I spent going to college, especially the first few months. No obligations (other than class of course. . .), no one to answer to, new friends, new foods, new seasons (spring? who ever heard of such a thing! and snow? bizarre), new everything. It was one of the most blissful years of my short and unassuming life.
So I begrudgingly forgive their INTRUSION on my happy life because I would never deny anyone the experiences I had by coming here to go to school. Cheesy, I know, but it’s true. Even the pampered, rich, pansy ones. I guess.
And since I love autumn so much I’ve already made a Halloween baby block. It jingles! The rest of the set coming soon in my Etsy shop!.
P.S. This is what happens when your baby finds a blue stamp.
She’s only crying because I took it away. Notice she doesn’t have a mullet anymore! You can hardly tell, but she has a cute bob. I thought she might look more like a boy, but it is ADORABLE. You’ll just have to take my word for it. I have a better picture, but she’s nursing an Apple Beer bottle in it which looks pretty much EXACTLY like a beer bottle, so you know. Gotta keep CPS off my back.
