This past summer was filled with work and fun. Sadly, the work to fun ratio was terribly skewed. It was my first job ever; how hard could it be? Turns out, working at Pixieland couldn’t have been worse. The sweltering heat made that job unbearable, but I wasn’t going to let it destroy my vacation time. I ended up getting only two weeks off throughout the whole summer, but I made the most of them.
I got to go Mammoth Lakes for the first time. My family and I went to a ski resort on our last day there and we took a tram to the highest peak on the mountain. I couldn’t believe how cold it was in the middle of summer. Once I stepped out of the tram the 40 mile an hour winds almost swept me right off the face of the mountain. However, we had to stand right on the edge of the cliff to get the best view. It was spectacular, ...view middle of the document...
I had more than a month of work to survive until I could take my long awaited trip to Lake Tahoe, the bluest, most gorgeous lake I have ever laid eyes on. Each day of work leading up to that vacation felt longer and longer as the weeks went on. Pixieland was hell, and about the same temperature too. I didn’t think it was possible, but operating rides got even more tedious than before. It felt like all the kids were plotting against me and riding my ride just to push my buttons. I wanted to scream. I thought the month of July would never end. But finally, it did, and I was so relieved.
There was just one more obstacle in my way, the three hour drive up to Tahoe. . My sister was already in Tahoe, and I didn’t want her to have anymore fun without me. Therefore, my parents and I left at the crack of dawn. I was so exhausted I slept through the whole drive there and woke up to the smell of pine trees. It was, in fact, heaven on earth. Our best friends from Chico met us up there and they made it all the better. We went boating, jet skiing, hiking; you name it, we did it. It was the most exciting trip to Tahoe I had ever taken; I swear it gets better every year. As slow as it came, it went a thousand times faster. Before I knew it, I was back in the grind.
Then school was around the corner. Once I realized that, I knew I was through working at Pixieland. I gave my two weeks notice the next day. But I was ready for senior year, because over my summer vacation I realized that being young isn’t as bad as it is made out to be. Being an adult and working all the time is far worse. The truth is, I have it easy, and I want to embrace it while I can. Hopefully my future isn’t as bleak as I see it. Maybe someday I can get the job of my dreams. I’ve always wanted to be a firefighter. That’s my life goal, and I’m sure if I succeeded it would convince me that being an adult is actually much better. I can only hope.