Summer Rest
May 24, 2011 1 Comment
By Danielle Germaine
Somewhere, buried deep in the snowy winter months of huddling over textbooks and furiously producing papers, was this beacon of hope that promised sunshine and empty agendas. Here, dreams could be dreamt and sandy beaches envisioned, but only for so long before the blast of the icy wind tunnel woke fantasies wide awake. Steamy Starbucks cups would be replaced with ice-cold glasses of lemonade and that five-hundred pager on Macroeconomics be exchanged for a softback novel. Read more of this post