May is the Most Tired Month of the Year

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, and summer's lease hath all too short a date.
William Shakespeare

May. It's the blooming month. The lazy month. It's that month when students sit in class and stare out the window at blooming flowers and the beginnings of hot summer skies; when cafes set up their outdoor tables and turn on the air conditioning; when every day is like Friday, because it's just one more day until summer every day.


To me, it's taunting. Even when I was younger. I wait in school all day, feeling like it's the last day of school all the time, when really we've got 30 days left. Even the teachers are so lazy that they don't bother to lecture, but rather give us a lot of busy work. And it's still that way now.


Come on, how many people have waken up every morning the past two weeks to feel like it's Friday, only to realize that it's Tuesday and that stack of papers isn't anywhere near finished? Ugh. May is tired, boring, and it reminds me of sitting in a stifling classroom listening in the distance to a lecture on Evolution while looking longingly out at the clear blue sky.

May is like a sleepy month. But it's like that sleepy month that you can't sleep in. Work has to be done, the beaches aren't open yet, blah blah blah. Everyone just wants everything to be over and summer to start. Forget the blooming flowers and the fact that the sun is coming out after about 3 months of sitting behind gray snow-clouds. I just want to sleep.

Aspiring writers who can enjoy the beautiful month of May, that's great. You're my hero. Me? My head's too deep in a book right now to do anything else but count down the days until June.