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An Ode to the Summer that Didn’t Happen

By early May I was already fantasizing about summer. I envisioned late nights around the campfire with my girls and wearing cute outfits to the mall. I dreamt of becoming a tan goddess after hours at the beach, and strolling through sunsets with a local hottie by my side. Summer 2016 was going to be perfect.

Yeah, I had a few part time jobs, but they wouldn’t get in the way of summer… Or would they?

Halfway through July it sunk in: while my bank account was steadily climbing upward, my summer was definitely NOT what I envisioned. By July, my fantasy of lazy mornings was long gone. For four weeks, five days a week, I had to be at the pool for my coaching position at 7:45am. Don’t get me wrong, I love coaching. Just maybe not quite so early in the morning. And I couldn’t be my typical “it’s too early why am I even up” grumpy self either. In order to help make practice the most positive environment possible, I had to be positive myself. 

The next failure to my perfect summer involved, go figure, my other two jobs. I worked both in the bag room and as a caddie at my local country club. As a girl, I could get away with sleeveless polos with my khaki shorts instead of regular polos, but I was doomed to having a polo v tanned on my chest for the rest of the summer. RIP perfect tan.

Finally, my perfect summer was to include my friends, who, also realizing they needed extra cash before school started, ended up getting jobs, and, a local hottie. Sadly, people who spend most of their lives at a golf course during the summer are elderly members of the upper class, thus making it not a prime mixing and mingling location for a single millennial. So basically, I couldn’t recreate Ronnie and Will’s relationship from The Last Song. 

Summer 2016 wasn’t perfect. My bank account liked it more than my romantic and social side did, but I’ll let it slide because after summer comes fall and school, where education and social lives flourish.

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