The Bummer of Our Summer

Summer is great until you realize you still have homework.

Ah, summer. The time to hang back and to let loose. A magical intermission of sorts, where you can spend time with your friends and family, travel, and enjoy whatever you may, as a youth of today. Or, if you’re an upperclassman, spend a truly sad, sickening amount of time working at the job your parents made you get. Either way, at the risk of damaging the delicate fabric of the beautiful relationship between KHS teachers and students, it’s fair to say that most of us prefer summer to school. We love our summer vacation. But the operative word here is ‘vacation.’
Some teachers, as horrifying as it sounds, assign summer homework. That’s right– these teachers (who may otherwise be perfectly nice people!) assign some of us many hours of work to do, during the only time we ever anticipate not having to do work. (By the way, I understand that most freshmen don’t realize this. That’s okay, they aren’t reading the Rampage online anyway. Nobody is. Aww.)
So, let’s examine the problems that we face here. One question some people may ask is, “will students even DO the summer homework?” Well, that’s a stupid question. Of COURSE we’ll do the homework. The idea of having all summer to do an assignment and not finishing it is terrifying. It does give us extra motivation to do countless hours of difficult, tear-inducing work that completely hampers the happiness we should be experiencing (And this is coming from someone who has endured summer work from Ms. Moy, Ms. Carlson, and others). The thing is, if you put yourself in that position, you’re most likely a smart, sensible person and you’re prepared for it. So good for you. But still.
As students, it’s our responsibility to complain about our teachers. Well, we can do this in a truly advanced way if we try and find the root of their problem. What motivation do these people have to make us so miserable? This writer has a few theories. One theory (and I’m not the first to think this) is that teachers were never children themselves (Even though Mr. Viola may be mistaken for one on a regular basis). Another theory is that teachers love students so much that they can’t stand the thought of being forgotten over the summer, and do the best they can to stay in their heads. My personal favorite theory, not as flattering to the teachers, is that they actually hate summer. Something about the warm air and the ecstatic freedom doesn’t appeal to them, and they transfer the hate.
But no matter what we think about summer homework, the most important thing to remember is that these are our beloved teachers, the hardworking faculty who are making us better people, and legitimately doing their part to make the world a better place. And unless they’re teaching AP Chem, you can bet that they are truly nice people with good hearts. So respect them, because they deserve it. Suck it up and do the summer homework, no matter how stupid you know think it is. You may even thank your teacher one day.