The problem with Spring Break is that, although you may start with the best intentions, you inevitably fail to get anything done.
On Monday, you open your notebook to work on one of the several creative writing pieces you need to finish. Then you decide to spend your evening talking to your dad instead.
On Tuesday, you’ve got plans with friends in the cities with a five-hour gap between them. “Great,” you think, “I’ll find a Starbucks and power through that Virginia Woolf essay!” Upon arriving at the coffee shop, you realize you remembered everything but your computer. So instead, you spend twenty minutes planning the essay and the remainder of the day is spent wandering around secondhand bookstores and thrift shops.
Wednesday is a designated pajama day and you mean business. After all, writing in your pajamas is way better than writing in normal clothes… right? Yeah, no. You briefly glance at your copy of To the Lighthouse, then promptly decide to play Skyrim for four hours instead.
Thursday is more hopeful. You force yourself out of bed, hit the gym, and before you do anything fun, force yourself to work. Two essay paragraphs and a few new sentences on your creative pieces later, you resign to an afternoon of more video games.
As for Friday… on Friday you realize that you can only say, “Screw it, I’ll do it tomorrow” for so long. It’s crunch time. You need to sit down and actually write that essay. But then you look out at the melting snow and lovely warm (well, warm for Minnesota standards) weather and think…
Screw it. I’ll do it tomorrow.