Summer them are having fun

The end of term is in sight and you can finally breathe a sigh of relief. However, if you’re not graduating this year, you have a difficult choice to make: how on earth to spend your three months of freedom.

More than likely, you are racked with uncertainty. No? Then you have something planned? A paid internship at Hatecorp PLC, you say? Why not post it on Facebook to show all your friends how brilliantly successful you’re becoming? That’ll teach them for not believing in you – the scumbags.

Otherwise, providing you consider some shoe-in Boar columnist’s nonsense a better guide to how your next quarter-of-a-year will pan out than your own judgements, this badly written piece is all yours. As is, for that matter, some form of psychiatric help.

In 1991, DJ Jazzy Jeff and The Fresh Prince opined of the virtues of spending the summer months relaxing with friends and family. The lyricists insist that “school is out and there’s kind of a buzz,” although there was previously some confusion as to ‘what it was’. As usual, Will Smith gets it spot on. It’s hard not to resist a trip to the Basketball Court or Barber Shop over the long summer months.

But let’s say you’ve resolved to have a productive few months. Next year, you want to be one of those bastards posting about how you’re shadowing your local MP Tory McCock – all expenses paid. Good for you! It won’t last.

In the midst of your exams, you have found yourself lamenting your limited participation in pursuits you have never previously showed an interest in. You’ve wanted to go swimming, rock-climbing or learn to play an instrument. You’ve vowed to do so when your exams end.

This will go on for a couple of weeks out until you realise you’re a terrible guitarist and it’s too late to start anyway.

After hours, days and weeks spent slaving away at exam prep, going out and getting drunk also seems particularly appealing. If you happen to have seen a picture of your ex’s gorgeous new boyfriend, so much the better. Jesus Christ – look at those arms! The following three visits to the gym will put you out of action for another few weeks.

All of this will seem far more appealing than shutting yourself inside and searching for work experience. My advice? Don’t feel bad. Enjoy it. You’ll get an internship next year, so stop your worrying. Put your research on hold ‘till Christmas. Grab a beer and get your guitar – I hear you’re getting really good at that!