Summer time, perfect sunny weather for the beach and perhaps a picnic with friends and the family dog. But for the student living in the Free State, the summer is known as The Terror.
Yes! the vile scorching rays of the shining monster in the sky. Summer time equals to the way we all feel when we wake up early on a Monday morning, groaning and moaning, not even having a chance to drink that one cup of coffee needed to lift up the spirits because it is just too hot.
That is how I felt today, with the wicked heat licking at the back of my neck as I trudged to class, up and down it followed me and practically laughed in my ear as I felt the tightening of red burnt skin and sweat dripping from my worried brow.
Don't get me wrong, I love the summer. It does have its up sides: enjoying ice cream drizzled in choc sauce as it melts over my hand or swimming with my two dogs, laughing and splashing for hours on end.
But it is the enemy when it comes to going to varsity for classes. All of that walking up and down soon weighs me down along with my bag full of text books and even sooner, the sweat clinging to my body like a second skin, spirits dwindle to nothingness and concentration is lost with the approuch of a grumpy mood.
Summer time, you are awesome during the holidays and even weekends with a braai but I declare war on you during my student days. Nothing personal *insert evil laugh here*
