Yesterday I decided that I wasn’t going to wear shoes. It was an almost-summer type of day, and I thought I’€™d get a head start on my summer tradition. The light energy from the sun heated up the sidewalk quite nicely as I felt with my first few steps of freedom. It is quite gratifying to go without a simple element of clothing. I feel like I’€™m just showing it to the system by defying social standards. Summer, without the strict guidelines of school, proves beneficial to the soul yet detrimental to common standards of hygiene. It’€™s progressive, really. Once I stop caring about one thing it kind of leads to another. By mid-August, I’€™m showering once a week (okay, swimming in a chlorinated pool sort of counts? Then five times a week?), cutting off pieces of my clothing, and forgetting how to put on mascara for that one wedding that I actually have to dress up for. Not to say I become a recluse (okay maybe for like a Netflix week), actually, my social life flourishes due to increased opportunities for sand volleyball games, frolfing, and burning school papers at bonfires. What? You want to race turtles at the Somerset pool? Sure, let me grab my inflatable lawn chair. I have all my money on Squirt. Summer is a time to relax. Let loose. Maybe work a job or something so you don’t feel like you are literally wasting your life away by spending 20 minutes to evenly distribute Sun In. Like I’m pretty sure that stuff makes me stupider by incrementally lightening my hair color. Just don’€™t let it go too far, or you’€™ll start thinking Hawaiian shirts and Birkenstocks are a good idea. Just kidding, do whatever you want. Life’€™s a beach.