End of term

I always feel rather ambivalent when it comes to the end of term (when you realise it is end of term, which it still hasn't properly clicked with me that it is, despite going for the traditional several hour long Starbucks session after school) and this year is no different. 

I suppose this year is not so bad, as often I feel like I don't want to break up from school and the routine and seeing all your friends every day (who you can see in the holidays, of course, but you never see them as much as you do during term-time if you go to school with them) and everything that I just love about school.  (I think I am rather strange in actually enjoying school... but then I love all of my subjects and really enjoy them, so there's no real reason for me to hate school.  I even rather like waking up at a reasonable hour each day (okay, 6.30 am isn't the best in the world, but at least I make good use of my day, and I seem able to function on little sleep).)  However, this summer I am abnormally ultra-busy, and I don't think I am even going to have time to realise that I am missing my school associated stuff.   I was trying to sort out this evening all the stuff I need to do before next Wednesday (when I go at 8 am to a week of pre-camp which is immediately followed by two weeks of camp... so don't expect any blogs in those three weeks, as they are highly unlikely... there'll be a super-long one afterwards to make up for it, no doubt), and I've just realised that I don't actually have time to go shopping for trousers and ugly-man-sandals, which I really do need for camp, methinks.  Definitely the trousers anyway.  I need the ugly-man-sandals for Israel after camp, and I only have about two days when I will actually be fully surfaced between camp and Israel, so it would be preferable to find some before camp.  Tomorrow is a really patchy day, and I have to go to school for 20 minutes (I can't believe I'm going to travel for near on three hours altogether, just to spend 20 measly minutes at school) and have a driving lesson at 4.30 (hopefully Peter will remember to show me where the test centre is this time, and how to navigate my way out of it), Friday I meet Hannah to sort out our shiur on dreams for camp, Shabbat is Shabbat, Sunday all the madrichim (leaders) for Aleph machane (the camp I'm a leader at) are meeting in the morning, and I'm sure I have stuff in the afternoon, Monday I have to do photocopying and sort out the mailing for our youth service £1 Friday Night Dinner on the 3rd September, Tuesday is Tisha b'Av (a 25 hour fast day- no food or drink from dusk Monday night until there are three stars in the sky on Tuesday night) and I also need to pack, and Wednesday pre-camp begins, as I've already mentioned. 

Anyway, back to the ambivalence... the above love of school (and so dislike of long holidays... a few days every so often would be much better- time to catch up on sleep, relax and return refreshed- six weeks (or is it only five this year?) just tend to seem too long.  The random few days together with a two or three week holiday once or twice so that people can go away.  Just not a six week one.  Too long, definitely,) then contrasts with the obvious joys of having a delightful rest and break (which is somewhat lacking this summer... but still, I'll manage) and what everybody loves about the summer holidays. 

I don't know.  I'm sure I won't like it when I only have twenty-something days annual leave in the working world (which is a while away, but still, I'm sure I'll complain), but at least then you can take the days when you like, and you don't have a six week block.  I'm also sure that I'll wish I did have six week holidays like at school once I start work, but hey, that's life.