Summer school. Dun, dun, dun…
Summer school is given a notoriously bad rap. Who the hell would want to take classes during the glorious days of summer?
If you’ve ever spent a summer in the 352, however, you know it’s actually pretty amazing. Whether you’re knocking out a class to make your degree audit a little less scary, re-taking a failed orgo course or simply satisfying the Bright Futures gods, little ole’ Gainesville will be your home for a little under 3 months. And you’re going to have the time of your fucking life.
Need some convincing?
- There is ALWAYS a muthafuckin’ parking spot. Preach
- The bars become a less wholesome version of the show “Cheers.” Everyone knows your name.
- You have to get creative on where you go and what you do. It forces you to experience new things like finally visiting all of the groovy nature spots around town.
- Scooting in a tank top is temporarily not frowned upon.
- You can work out at Southwest without walking in and getting hit with the pungent scent of insecurity, despair and little man syndrome. It kinda smells like roses actually. Freshly cut roses.
- Pool parties. Lots of pool parties.
- You have downtime for these bizarre habits called “hobbies.” You used to have them and then somehow $2 wells destroyed your motivation to, ya know, read a goddamn book once in a while.
- All the frat parties are open to everyone, because they are trying to convince guys to rush in the fall and girls to swoon and boost their reputation. Standards are lower across the board—you know what that means.
- You know that glorious golden-brown skin tone you once had? Bask in the sunshine, bitches. School’s out.
- Some of UF’s toughest classes have a reputation to slacken during Summer B (I’m talking to you, reporting).
- You get to sneak your brother’s friends out of Preview and take them to Envy because where the hell else are you gonna take them? Pre-freshmen love Envy.
- Between the Gelato Co., all fifty Mochi’s, Yogurtology and now the Hyppo, you have enough frozen treats to survive Summer C.
- It’s way more acceptable to smoke weed every damn day.
- You truly get a dose of independence. With one class and your roomies back at home for the summer, you find out it’s okay to go to the movies solo.
- Freshman girls worship you even if you’re a total jabroni.
- People in your classes will actually talk to you because all their friends went home too.
- You can actually longboard to class without slamming into a harem of DZs or causing a major car pile-up. Plus, no one can judge you when you wipe out.
- It’s even more acceptable to roll into class at any hour of the day in an over sized t-shirt that you sleep in the majority of the week.
- The five hours you usually spend glued to a library desk transforms into a glorious five hour daily nap.
- Day drinking is no longer reserved strictly for Sunday Funday.
- If you’re a freshman, everyone likes you because your ignorance is so damn cute.
- The only truly dull moments are the afternoon rainstorms, but even those just lead to a whole new genre of lightning inspired drinking games.
- Ginnie springs, where nature and debauchery meet.
- It’s a great time to start a garden. Constant rain and heat. Plants love that shit. RIP rosemary plant and jalapeño plant.
- You can practically live for free thanks to desperate sub-leasers.
