Spring break made you happier than you have ever been…but now she’s gone...what will you ever do?
In college, you’re lucky enough to get the chance to go to the beach for a week with your sisters, friends, and/or brothers. But we all know how we feel once we step back onto our college campuses that Sunday before classes start back. I know you feel it, because I have felt it too many times. The stress. The constant studying. The never-ending schedule once again has returned.
This is what I would characterize as post-spring break complaining. It starts as soon as you realize you’re headed home. In my experience, I was complaining before I ever even left the hotel. Complaining about all the responsibilities I forgot about for those seven extraordinarily short days. Complaining about having to go back to work AND school. You totally forgot that you had papers and exams and laundry to do before your life becomes chaos again. But, what can you do? This is life and this is college. I am always complaining toward the end of the week because I can’t stay in the paradise that is Florida. Instead, I come home to a bipolar mother nature who refuses to let me have 70-degree weather for more than a few days at a time. Eventually, you return home and the complaining does not really stop, you just become content until next spring break that is.
“I am not going home in two days.” That is the second factor of post-spring break blues. You begin to tell yourself that spring break is actually not ending and you aren’t packing up in less than 42 hours to head home to the dreadful college you pay way too much money to attend. You have to go home to wearing actual clothes and not your swimsuit everywhere you go. You might also have to actually dress warm, depending on where you live. Does that sound like that would make going home any more appealing? No. It isn’t. Because here, in Kentucky, we all know why we have post-spring break blues. Her name is Swinter and she is the devil.
And then there is the end. The end of your complaining, depression, and procrastination. You have to move on from spring break, even though you loved her so much. You finally come to terms with the fact that you must do your homework, go to class, study, make money, pay credit card bills, and live your life without the one thing that makes you the happiest. She is gone, but that is okay. She will be back in 12 months and you will be more ready for her than you ever have been.
Here’s to the rest of the semester and the joy summer will bring to our lives. Until next march, my friends.
