It’s the week before spring break, but it won’t come easy. This is the week your professors will torture you with exams, papers, projects, and presentations, and you can expect them all at once. You’re so close to getting off campus and seeing your friends and family, but first you have to overcome the many obstacles your professors have set up for you, along with endless nights of tears in the library. Your week will go something like this:
Sunday
You wake up at 11am, earliest, and drag yourself out of bed. You chug water and/or Gatorade, if you're lucky, and rush to D-hall to revive yourself with carbs and coffee. So much coffee. Now that you're half awake, you take a shower to wash off all of the sin from the night before. It is now 1-2pm. You pack up your work and hit up the library. Once you’re settled you open your schedule and realize that you have 4 papers, 3 tests, a presentation, and 3-4 hours of sleep to prepare for a week of hell.
At 8am you wake up to your alarm. After you hit the snooze button for the fourth time you seriously consider whether or not going to class is worth it. Then you remember that your education is worth like 3 trips to Europe and an apartment in New York and you pull your sorry ass out of bed. You go to class and hate yourself for procrastinating. You pray that this week will fly by but also not because you have zero time to get all of your work done.
Tuesday
Tuesday might be worse than Monday. You get out of bed and realize that you’re a lazy piece of shit and forgot to do your laundry over the weekend. You quickly search for any acceptable clothes you have left: sweat pants, a sweatshirt and Uggs. Yes, Uggs. Because even though spring break is 4 days away, it’s 30 degrees outside. You go to class and then trudge to the library where you study hours on end for your tests. At 2am you decide that you’re okay with a B-, and rush back to your dorm to pass out.
Wednesday
Now you are completely out of clean clothes. At this point, doing laundry isn’t even worth it. When your home you’ll persuade your mom to do it for you. You dig through your basket and search for the cleanest and least wrinkled clothes. Today is the day of your presentation and you step out with a messy bun, t-shirt and sweats. You look homeless, but, hey, you’re comfortable! Your day goes something like this: food, class, library, food, class, library, food, and again, library. You're completely sleep deprived, resent all of your profs., and have an, “it is what it is,” attitude towards your work.
Thursday
2 DAYS UNTIL SPRING BREAK. You wake up and go to class. You take out your laptop and pretend to be paying attention while you online shop for swimsuits and tank tops. Now you seriously regret almost never getting your ass to the gym this past semester. In this moment, you decide that today is the day you will start your diet. You manage to convince yourself that starting your diet 2 days before spring break will result in a somewhat acceptable bikini body. You accept another night of tears in the library where you break your "diet" and stress eat as you write your last papers. You deserve it.
Friday
Your alarm goes off and you jump out of bed. Now all you have to do is show up for class and turn in your tear-stained papers. You sit in class and stare at the clock for the longest hour and 20 minutes of your life. Class ends and you book it to your dorm room where you franticly pack up all of your things (throw all your dirty laundry into a bag) and get off of campus ASAP. You can’t stand to be at school a second longer.
Saturday
You did it. Somehow you survived hell week. Now you can sleep in till 12 p.m. and wear clean clothes. Your parents treat you like royalty after going so long without seeing you. Home cooked meals are a delicacy compared to the food at D-hall. No more shower shoes, no more papers or tests, no more smell of weed drifting through your window and into your room, and no more obnoxious neighbors blasting music through the painfully thin walls. You’re finally stress-free with your family and friends. Spring break never felt so good!
