This sudden rush of freedom from not having homework due for another three months is almost too much to deal with. I haven't had to decide what to do in almost eight months.
Maybe I'll-- *whisper it*--read a novel.
Wouldn't that be exiting! Especially if I were to read a novel that hasn't been deemed meritous by every English professor ever.
I think it would be amazing to read a book written by an author who hasn't won a Nobel Prize or otherwise revolutionized the English language. My Xenophon* hasn't arrived yet, and my English professor hasn't sent out the Summer homework, so for a brief period I am not obligated to read anything.
Hmm . . .
I think I will read this:
It has been sitting on my shelf since Christmas and I have recently begun to look at it longingly.
*I have to get Xenophon's Anabasis to read over the Summer. In Greek.