Come Up and See Me Summa Time

Greetings! After nearly two weeks of drowning in a neon green sludge, I am finally bright eyed and bushy tailed once again. Nothing like losing the ability to breathe to make health the most exciting thing in the world!

But you don’t care about that (or me), you’re feeling that summertime itch. No, I’m not talking about the discomfort of swamp-crack (ew, why would you even bring that up?), I’m referring to the tease of hot, sunny days, the impending end of the school year, and the promise of ample downtown parking that lurks just over the horizon.

Yes, my friends, the summer will soon be here, and I am getting reeeally excited. There will be the annual exodus of our college population, and all the townies will finally step blinking into the sunlight like little hedgehogs in the springtime (did you know hedgehogs hibernate? Learning!). We will sit at the actual bar stools, we will shop at luxuriously empty grocery stores, we will burst into song as we fill the streets—guzzling from our open containers and passing laws that will only apply to students.

Don’t get me wrong, I do love living in a college town. For one thing there’s the obvious economic boost we get—especially in times like these when there are actual tourist-style visitors in town for graduation—but even more than that, I love that our culture is skewed so young. If it weren’t for the students, we would basically be Oroville, and nobody wants that.

A few years ago I went to Florida, which is a total s-hole (look at me being all parent friendly!), and I was struck by how profoundly the high ratio of retirees affected the whole vibe of the place. Apart from Miami, the whole state came off as judgey and irritated, and visually worn out in a tacky, threadbare, old couch sort of way (sorry if you’re from there, I don’t mean you). I can’t help but think there’s correlation between the prevailing hopelessness and impending death that drives even young Floridians to the bizarre behavior constantly making news (google “Florida man,” you won’t be disappointed).

I much prefer what we have here: more music, more expression, more tacos. I love the fact that there are so many bike shops and cheap eateries, and that the youthful value on free time over fancy things permeates our community. Around here we don’t work ourselves to death so we can afford designer labels; we don’t care about wearing makeup all the time, or shaving our armpits, or brushing our teeth. Or is that just me?

I’m kidding, I wear nothing but ballgowns and I shop at Sephora and my face cost $500.

But I digress. Summer is sending in its harbingers: heat, parties, and girls in little gauzy dresses. It’s time to plan camping trips, time to reignite rivalries (ahem), and time to write puff pieces! Holy mother of monkeys, I love this time of year.

Managing Editor for Synthesis Weekly. Amy likes to make clothes, plant flowers, and chase butterflies.