Yuri's Blog

My friends and I jumped right back in where we had left off months before; granted, seeing them was hard enough as we all had conflicting work schedules. Regardless, we found hours in the mornings to go out on the lake or late night trips to Denny’s after work, so all was well.

The relationship between my parents and I was the greatest thing that changed during my first summer back home. First off, freshmen year of college, you are—for the most part—independent. You can do as you wish and come and go as you please, Of course, these perks come with a great deal of responsibility, but you learn to cope as time passes. However, you have a freedom that you never had at home during high school.

This, however, is a slap in the face when you return home, because parents have rules and curfews, and because they ARE your parents and it IS their house, you must abide by their rules. Though I dueled with my parents for more freedom, I think we both eventually realized the reality of both our situations. My parents loosened up a bit, and I got home by curfew.

I worked two jobs this summer—day and night—and I do not think I will ever, ever, EVER do that again. Aside from sleeping six hours a night (what is this… college?) for two months and waking up way, WAY to early to go work at a water park during 98 degree weather, I just came to the realization that tourists in the Wisconsin Dells are not the happiest of people, and I in turn became not the happiest of employees.

After a weeklong fever in mid-July, my parents put an end to my day job, so my last month of ‘home’, I was able to sleep in until 1:30 PM and watch Spanish telenovelas (soap operas, for those of you Spanish illiterate) until I couldn’t stand the fake drama anymore!

While I was completely and utterly ready to move into my apartment with my 5 roomies, I was not so entirely set on the idea of the whole ‘school’ aspect of it all. Alas, here we go again. Go Gophers… cheers to another promising, fantastic year.