Which, let's face it, is just a classier version of “ I love you, man!” There's Nothing Like Summer in the Cityįrom there, the nights start to blend together. You convince her to stay and before you know it, it’s all Which is pretty awesome, even though your friend is saying
You make yourself presentable, show up, and Which makes you feel a little bit better, until you realize you’ve been sitting around the house for a week, and the dishes and laundry are starting to pile up, and you’re going to have to do something about it soon, but the truth isĪnd then, just as you’re about to have to start tidying up, a friend calls and says So then you’re stuck on your couch - or in bed under the covers - and things are not at all shaping up the way you imagined, but you keep telling yourself You wake up that first morning of summer vacation feeling allĪlmost immediately followed by that overwhelming feeling of But Then, It Happens!įinals and exams are over, and then we get that feeling likeĪt least not until next fall. Eliza reminds him that it is his son Philips ninth birthday Philip performs a rap he composed and amazes his father. Alexander returns home to work on his financial plan and is welcomed home by Eliza and Angelica, who has traveled from England. So, since to me, the answer to any question is pretty much “ Hamilton!,” it doesn’t seem too shocking that I think it’s perfect to welcome the imminent beginning of summer vacation using the world-shifting lyrics of Lin-Manuel Miranda’s epic musical.īefore we get too excited, don't forget about your pre-vacation exam and paper hell at the end of the year.īecause I thought it was such a good idea to take all of these classes and credits and I procrastinated and went to too many parties and and and just because, so get off my back, Burr!Īnd now you’ve got that nervous feeling while you’re waiting for your grades, wondering if you’ve done enough, because we all know that 'Take A Break' is the third song of Act Two of Hamilton. I wake up every morning determined to not throw away my shot, I'm prone to shouting “ To the revolution!” at inappropriate times ( but is there really an inappropriate time?), and I can be dissolved into tears at the utterance of three little words: “It’s quiet uptown …” HAMILTON! ( Except, let’s be honest, it’s not so much a “struggle” as it is a cross between an obsession and a blissful surrender …) Pretty much everything I see and do is now tinged with Hamilton lyrics and images. Ever since I saw Hamilton in January ( that’s right - I saw it, in real life and EVERYTHING!), I’ve struggled to keep it out of my thoughts.
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