Semester backstroke

I love backstroking! I don't have to worry about breathing under water or choking on that chlorine crap. All I have to do is stare at the ceiling up ahead, stroke and kick! I can do it for hours (yeah right) and not think at the same time. Then before I know it I'm passing by that clock hanging on the wall, which tells me that I'm close to the end of the pool. Take a look at the entry title and guess what I'm drawing this analogy to. Less than 3 more months, WTF.

Did I mention how much I hate the suburbs? I feel like I'm being swallowed by a blue stomach with slimy gooky shit crawling into my ears. And I hate storming home in the cold.