Ah, fall break. If you are blessed enough to attend a university who tacks on two whole days of freedom to one glorious October weekend, then you're on of the lucky ones. If you do not attend a university who does this, then I pity the thrill you must feel with every measly three day weekend. It's just not enough. You like four day weeks? Try three day weeks. That's as long as your "break." Four days off is like two Saturdays and Sundays pairing up. Iconic.

It feels like a whole new ball game. Your Tuesday/Thursday professors say "See you in a week!" and you realize the gravity of the situation. It might as well be summer.

You've [barely] survived midterms, but who cares if you failed, you're going home for four whole days!

You pull into your town and laugh/cry at everything that has just completely turned on its head. Oh, was that a lush forest teeming with life right there by the gas station people used to meet up at to go to ~wild~ high school parties? Well now it's a Super Target. But you keep driving, because that new Super Target now means you're so close to home you can pretty much taste it. There's the beautiful moment of reintroducing yourself as a resident of your old home,

bonding with your pets,

and running into people you never thought you'd see again.

Then you have the home cooked meals where your mom knows exactly what you like and how you like it. The days of scrounging in the dining hall are a thing of the past.

You hang out with your high school friends and you get kind of confused because you're adults now, but you feel like you're in high school when you're together again. So you do your old teenage hooligan stuff.

Then there's your room. It smells right, everything is where you left it, and your bed is going to give you the best night's sleep you've gotten since the glory days of limited responsibility.

All you do for the first day is stay home and eat all the snacks you didn't have to pay for and just bask in the glory of being home.

You have that underlying anxiety of all the work that you're going to have to catch up on but ya know what? It's fall break. This is the time to treat yo self. But you can't really even remember what treating yo self means anymore because it's been so long.

But slowly... the days of doing nothing pass. The final day is coming up. You think of all the things you can't do at school and try to get all those haircuts and appointments with your familiar people done.

And just as fast as it began, it's over. All the work you've neglected has to get done on your last day of freedom, so you've got to get back to school. You say your goodbyes to everyone until Thanksgiving break. But until then, it's back to being a broke, pathetic college student.