Spring Break

There is something amazingly magical about spring break! I couldn't say if it is the very welcome sunny feel of Monday morning when I have no responsibilities, or the incredible sillyness that comes in the same neat package as late night cocktails, after double portions of unforgettable Japanese food, week night Karoake and beer pong with underage fresh men drinking water. I know that this bliss?, is fleeting; but it feels better than December when all the streets are lit and my apartment smells like cinnamon. It is better than summer when school is out and those who tan are laid out semi-nude on the very beaches that we who were born tanned use as reading sanctuaries, with an occasional nap thrown in.
That spring break is only a week makes it more special...because for a week we get to feel, at least I feel, like a normal person. With a normal life, and normal friends who don't study more than they breathe ( I love you Dayton ), I get to do normal things like read the paper, and argue about the suckyness or lack thereof, of a kidrock song- the title of which I don't even remember at this point. Also, I get to type this meandering post, complete with all the run ons and made up words everyone kin to someone who talks too much will instantly recognize, and maybe find dear. There are no essays to write, no scrubs to find, no chapters to finish, no proffesors to see and plenty of couch, and pop tarts(suddenly these are making me happy!), and pedicures. Most of all, there is the silence. When all the funny college kids eventually crash and sleep deep, necessary zzzzs, there is a stillness that brings a certain clarity.
And then suddenly I am more sure what mistakes I dont want to make again, which moments I don't ever want to forget, which experiences I should never regret, and despite the temptation to go through life irresponsibly nursing hangovers, I know more concretely how badly I need to reach for the ultimate goal.
Sometimes, all you need is a little time off.