Relieved: Time to chill

The finish line is in sight. Oh, what a weight it is that is being lifted from our chests. This must have been what the Titan Atlas felt like when he finally relinquished the burden of the sky, or Abraham Lincoln when Lee surrendered to Grant at Appomattox, or literally anybody the first time they slip into a hot tub.

At last, the year is all but through. For nine months our noses have been shoved to the grindstone, and now our nostrils will be given three months to inhale the warm summer air. For three months, no coming in before and after school, no sitting through eight grueling periods, no losing hair and weight over homework, and no stressing about much of anything. The summer is ours to enjoy. Feel free to sleep in, eat unhealthily, watch endless amounts of TV, and let your brain go to waste. Ahhhhh, the fresh taste of freedom.