First Day of Summer Vacation

Athena went straight from bed to bubbles. Because, on the first day of summer vacation, why wouldn’t you?

18 Comments on “First Day of Summer Vacation”

  1. You can blow bubbles on swings, too. Just sayin’.

    Ah, summer vacation. New Keds for the summer. And then you hit that beastly hot day where your worst jeans get made into cut-offs. Bike everywhere. Read books.

    Clearly youth is wasted on the young. (grin) The problem is, they’re just not ready to do anything else. (double-grin)

    Dr. Phil

  2. Remember how long the summers were when we were that age? Summer vacation seemed to last an eternity.

    Some day, someone really smart will come up with a scientific explanation for this time dilation phenomenon.

  3. I don’t know Marko- when I was her age it seemed like it was a dual time dilation/time compression:at the beginning days were long and golden, but there was no middle- it was a really long first two weeks and then “where did my pretty vacation *go*?!”

  4. Good grief, she is only now getting to enjoy summer break? Schools let out here a month ago. Poor poor Athena.

  5. #7 Its the primary application of the Geographical unfairness theorem.

    Simply stated the further north you live the longer the school year lasts and the shorter the summer is in relation. I was a victim of this once in the fifth grade, and had to suffer through until the end of highschool.

    I moved from Virginia when school ended on Jun 3 or there abouts (First Friday following Jun 3, unless Jun 3 was a Sunday then school was over the previous Friday) and always started the day after Labor Day, to Massachusetts where school seems to always end on the Friday closest to the 4th of July without going over.

    Why Vacations and Heat! In VA most schools had no AC, same in MA. However schools do have heat. In Northern climates schools are a beast to heat, so they have a February vacation generally calculated to be the coldest week of the year regionally. That pushes school out longer. While in Southern climates school has to end before it gets to damned hot out and all the students die of heat stroke. The one year we had snow days when I lived in VA, they said screw it school still ends of the same day we don’t give a crap about the 180 days, students will start melting if we go any longer.

    The crappy part in MA where I lived at the time, there were several private schools that skipped the February week off and didn’t believe in snow days. So by the time we got out of public school all the good summer jobs were sucked up by the kids that been out of school for nearly a month already!

  6. My daughter, also nine, decided in advance to spend her first day of Summer Vacation playing Lego. It turned out to be a good plan. It rained all day.

    There was Lego. There was Star Wars. I’m quite sure they are my kids.

  7. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me
    Chang at the gates!

    OMG!!! All the promise of the first day of summer! Is there anything better for a kid? Not at all. And nothing is there for us adults that matters as much I think.

    ‘Cept for a new episode of Battlestar Galactica!

  8. Because, all my bubbles were defective!! I got a 6-pack (two for each kid), but only 2 bottles had wands. This so doesn’t work!! I guess that’s what I get for buying DollarStore bubbles.

    Happy Summer!

    (You can tell from the liberal use of exclamation points that I work in the public schools and celebrate summer more than my children.)

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