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Quick question!

Why does everyone like summer so much? What's so great about sunburns, crowded beaches, television reruns, summer school, and bug bites? Okay, maybe that was two questions... but you get my point.

More on my dislike of this sunny season later...

Childish Dreams: Princess Syndrome

As a child, you go through many career aspirations, whether it be wanting to be a doctor, a ballerina, a chef, a painter, or even a horse. This dream job could change just as easily as you could change out of your brand new peanut butter and jelly stained t-shirt and into a clean one, it was that simple. The expectations and responsibilities of young children are minimal compared to... say, that of a high school junior... by then your college choice and career field should already be decided and the days of changing aspirations should be long gone. Your biggest worry as a child would be if you were going to miss Dora the Explorer on TV after school or if you were remembering how to write letters correctly. Teenagers have much larger worries, such as, is your GPA high enough to get into that dream school of yours? What about fitting in with the 'cool' kids in your class? Or pleasing mom and dad at home? All of these questions, just begging to be answered and answered correctly.

I'm sure you're wondering where I'm going with this and I will tell you... NOW. Growing up, I was (and I'll admit to still being) a girly girl, I loved playing with dolls and dressing up and hated getting my clothing dirty. Naturally, being a princess, was the perfect job for myself! It was what I wanted to be more than anything (okay, so maybe I could be a princess who rode horses, painted murals, could cook a mean foie gras, and had a PhD) and every day, I would dress up in princess-like costumes and boss my two dogs around as my loyal subjects. I would host tea parties and balls for all of my stuffed animals, put myself into damsel in distress type situations (once I got myself stuck in a tree so my brother's friend had to rescue me and... oh nevermind), and deck myself out with my mother's jewelry in an effort to be even more of a princess. It was what I loved to do, it was what I dreamed of doing for the rest of my life. Being a princess seemed like the absolutely perfect thing to do. I mean, c'mon, what girl wouldn't want to wear beautiful ball gowns and tiaras? But as I got older... my dream of being a princess slowly faded away. I gave up, naturally because I'm neither blood related nor have any connections to any royal families, so what was the point of dreaming, hoping, and wishing that one day... I would live in a grand castle (much like the one at Disneyland), waltz around a gilded ballroom, descend huge staircases in flowy gowns, and live happily ever after with my very own Prince Charming?

Every now and then, what I like to call my "princess syndrome", plagues me and I find myself reverting back to my childhood habits of dressing up, twirling around, and pretending that I rule over my very own kingdom. But then reality hits, I put down my plastic tiara, and get back to my homework. A girl can dream though, can't she?