When I was a student, summer and winter breaks were great. I spent a week at home with my folks and the rest of the time at my house, with my friends, doing what college and grad students do. Mostly drinking, smoking cigarettes, playing cards while drinking and, on one occasion, convincing my friends not jump from rooftops to cure their boredom.
So what if, now that I am at least a partial grown-up, I don’t want to spend the entire time drinking? What if I want to watch good movies and read good books and spend time writing and creating things. What if I want to do all of the things I wished I had time for when I was teaching/grading, but never get around to?
My students’ papers needing to be graded always supersedes my desire to read a great book or write something I’ve had on my mind.
So here I am. The break I have been dreaming of for months. I have the pile of great books, the list of essay ideas.
So here’s the list of things I’ve done so far on my break:
1. Read three of the four Twilight books.
2. Made a photo collage for our family Christmas card.
3. Baked cookies.
4. Drank some beers. But it doesn’t count when I’m in my parents’ house. That’s not like partying. At least not a good kind.
5. Watched at least four episodes of NCIS.
6. Watched a Christmas movie on the Hallmark channel.
7. Ordered useless shit on Amazon.
9. Made a Best of 2008 set of Mix CDs.
I am bored. But, simultaneously, want to do nothing that requires an abundance of upper-level thinking. Because my brain already knows what is coming next semester.
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