In My Own Little World: My summer vacation…
If you’re like me, (and I assume you are because honestly, who doesn’t want to be like me?), you’ve probably been asked the same question exactly 7,943,286 times since the semester started: “Why aren’t there any chicken tenders in Paws?”
Ha ha, no, that was a joke, the question I’m talking about of course is, “How was your summer?”
Everyone has suddenly taken some great interest in all the activities that filled up your summer vacation.
Whenever people ask me, I assume they just want to live vicariously through my amazing experiences because their lives just aren’t as exciting as my own.
Or they want to start a “my summer was better than your summer” rap battle of some sort to which they believe they have the trump card because they went skydiving over an alligator-infested lake or something.
I use the question when I want to make a conversation end awkwardly.
Take this conversation for example:
“Hey Bill, how was your summer?”
“Great, Justin, I went hiking in the Himalayas. How was your summer?”
“Great, Bill, I went hiking in the Himalayas too!”
“Oh, really? Maybe I saw you there!”
“I was actually trying to avoid you, so…”
“Ok see you later Bill!”
So anyway, the question itself dates back to ancient times, such as elementary school, when teachers thought they were so inventive and clever because they made you write a “What I did Over the Summer” essay.
I used to dread these essays. Partly because we had to write them in cursive, (which is pointless by the way), but also because all I did during the summers back then was play video games.
And while beating “Crash Bandicoot 2: Cortez Strikes Back” and getting ALL the gems was an incredible accomplishment to me, I didn’t believe my teachers would see it the same way.
So most of the time I just made up things that I did that I thought my teachers would respect, such as doing research papers of my own accord and memorizing the Declaration of Independence.
Those experiences are why this past summer I decided to fill all my time with exciting things that could win me that rap battle and form an exquisite essay/column that would make all my former elementary school teachers proud. So here goes, my “What I Did Over the Summer” essay.
This one’s for you, Mrs. Phillips!
What I did over the summer was… I got my first stitches in a foreign country, jumped over a fire pit, moshed for the first time, slayed a dragon, ate frog legs in a different foreign country, wrote a song, got swept downstream, ran about 20 miles total, experienced jet lag, climbed a mountain, fell in love with Southeast Asian cuisine, drove through the mountains of Western Maryland, taught small children to play basketball, saw Angkor Wat, slept on plenty of floors, celebrated America by watching explosions in the sky, lost about 10 pounds, sang “The Hokey Pokey” approximately 698 times and in general I lived.
Now I could go into detail in all these stories, but I’d rather you use your imagination to fill in the details and create a sort of “fan fiction” for me.
This of course implies that I have “fans…”
I realize that I probably would have gotten a “F” on that essay in Mrs. Phillips’s class, but the point is, my summer was full of awesome, and I lived out what I believed in.
What did you do this summer?