Spring Break

Why does Sprink break never mean a Break for me? I have never once had a Spring Break in College where I did any stereotypical activities. No drinking, or trips to Mexico, or even a week with no studying. It doesn't help that I have been beyond stressed for two weeks straight now. That doesn't start me off with a good break.

It starts off with two extremely time consuming and difficult mid-terms, and I probably failed the second. A new wrinkle on my forehead and a pain in my shoulders from studying for said midterms. The prospect of going home for four days to take care of my mom since she is on bedrest. And the pain of knowing my grandma is dying.

At least it is beautiful outside. Warm enough that I took off my sweater and drove with the window down, but cool enough that crawling into bed with a book won't be hot. And not a cloud in the sky! I love Spring so much. . .

I think I will go indulge in some personal reading time with the window wide open and wait for Tim to bring home pizza!