Looking forward to summer

Crystal Keyamo

The snow’s taking forever to peace out,

like that one friend who won’t leave the party.

Campus looks less like the North Pole now—

maybe I’ll actually make it to class on time.

No more Olympic-level skating

down King Street to grab coffee,

or wearing three pairs of socks

just to feel my toes. Sweet freedom.

Can’t wait for the Night Market

when the whole city comes alive

and I can pretend I’m cultured

while mostly just eating street food.

Summer means no more watching

freshmen wipe out on the hill to UNB

(okay, fine, that was me like six times,

but who’s keeping count?)

Soon we’ll be chilling in Officers’ Square,

pretending to understand jazz,

while secretly scrolling TikTok

and planning midnight Tims runs.

Three blessed months

of not having to explain to my friends out west

why Freddy Beach isn’t actually a beach—

but hey, we’ve got the river, right?

Sure, summer here is shorter

than my attention span during finals,

but after surviving another winter,

we’ve earned every single second.