Summer in The City

So every morning on the intercom our principal gets on the speakers and announces "Good morning School of The Arts, we are in our final countdown to the end of the year, its almost summer and final exams are just around the corner."
Now, every morning this sentence severally depresses and amuses me. Summer for school kids is the best thing that happens all year long. I love walking through the halls and feeling the mounting anticipation, the breeze through the windows and the shouts of teachers chasing after gleefull vagrants in too-short-shorts. It's a feeling like no other, directly contrasted with the fact that in the last blessed week before freedom, we're slapped with five days of testing. This seems like a pretty self-defeating thing to do, testing kids on stuff they learned six months ago the day before they leave the building for three more months. I dont know, from a teenagers standpoint, June exams are hellish, especially with the mounting threats of college transcripts hanging above all of our heads.
So I decided to combat the urge to simultaneaously blow off and study like mad for final exams by cooking all I possibly can during these gorgeous half-summer days.
Here in Rochester we have a fantastic farmers market, every weekend it fills with fresh produce and arty people focused on urban renewel and all that jazz. I love it for the seasonal veggies and the smell of frying doughnuts and coffee. I think that wandering the stalls and returning home to grill all the sweet potatoes and portobello mushrooms I can handle is the only thats going to be relaxing. NOT pouring over quadratic equations and the origins of the Roman Empire for hours on end.
I'll have to run this plan by mother...no doubt it is not quite in the best interests for higher education.