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The Disappearing Month of June

Remember when June was a big deal?

I feel like at the age of 25, I'm too young to be saying--"When I was your age" and yet I find myself saying it quite frequently about one topic in particular.

The disappearing month of June.

When I was a kid, everything came to and end in June. Tv shows, the school year, and my mother's sanity as she realized that she had to unload the summer clothes AND put up with me for two months until school started again.

Then, somewhere along the way, June just sort of...evaporated.

First, there were the tv shows. With the line between movie stars and tv stars becoming blurrier and blurrier, it seemed like tv stars needed more time off to go make films. Now, every show has its finale in mid-May. By June, the networks are already airing summer programming.

(On the plus side, reruns have nearly become a thing of the past.)

School years still go until June, but if you're around school kids, you notice that they're now checking out mentally well before their final exams. Even some of the teachers I know do it.

One friend that's a history teacher remarked--"Well, we're winding down now."

I mentioned to him that it was only May 2nd. Did he actually plan on winding down for a month and a half?

"Well, you know," he said, already laughing to himself, "June is pretty much a lost month."

I can see what he means. Summer blockbusters are coming out earlier and earlier. We're only into the second week of May, and already critics are calling Iron Man 2 "the first hit of the summer."

When did May become summer? And when did June become just another month?

And why didn't any of this happen when I was still a kid and longed to have more than July and August to get into the summer spirit?

I'd love to whine so more, but it's a gorgeous day out. As long as summer's here, I might as well enjoy it.

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