And I'll Spring Break No More

Hmmmmm. Spring break is now over. Tomorrow, at 8 a.m., I'll be back in Immunology, struggling to stay awake because my professor thinks it's a wonderful idea to turn all of the lights off so that we can see the power point presentation better. (As an aside: THIS IS NOT A GOOD IDEA. Trust me, we can already see your slides, which are only marginally helpful in the first place. Don't you wonder why we all sleep through lecture? Has no one told you we meet at 8 a.m.? Do you enjoy seeing 200 sleeping students at the start of your day? Do you even notice? OK. I'm finished writing questions to myself...now).

No more spring breaks. No more partying in Panama. No more getting ridiculously waisted mid-semester. No more flashing (What did you think I was going to put there? Sicko.) slobbering, overgrown boys in exchange for plastic beads that are worth about half a cent. No more...wait, I never did any of that anyway. My spring breaks have always been more like this. Moving on.

My point (if I'm even succeeding in making one) is that in years past, I've been very sad when spring break was over (bye bye, sleep!). The feeling I have this year is strange, however...it's joy. No more spring breaks! I know, I know. Everyone reading this (hi!) is probably thinking I'm crazy. And you'd all be right. But not because of this...stop judging me, please... I'm happy because college kids have spring break. And, the fact that I have now finished my last is just another hint that graduation is right around the corner (as if I was forgetting) and that the next phase in life is coming (finally). So, I'm actually looking forward to getting back to school tomorrow because the sooner I get there, the sooner I can leave forever.

Ahhhhh...the exquisite irony of it all...