Spring Break

Lets review the Spring Break stereotype for college students:

Weather warm after a long cold winter. The sound of waves off in the distance as you lounge in a beach chair soaking up the high spring sun. The smell of salt and sand, a cold beverage in your hands. Bikini clad girls and board short clothed boys enjoying this much needed break from school.

The nights consists of dancing, fun on the beach, and so much more that keeps you up until the wee hours of the morning, doing nothing more then having fun and being young and crazy insane.

Sounds pretty good, right?

Lets review what my Spring Break consisted of:

I was chained to my desk.

For the one week allotted to my school for this college tradition known as Spring Break, I covered for my older sister at the family office. No beach. No dancing. No staying up late. No crazy insaneness. Just solid work, from 9 am to 5 pm, every day save Friday.

Why is this a problem? I mean, I made bank with the week that I spent covering for my sister...why am I complaining?

Well, considering my schedule for the past 3 months, you would be complaining too. Six am mornings, first of all, are not my cup of tea, and thats what I've had to contend with. In fact, anything before 8 is an ungodly hour to be awake. But, the one week I get the chance to sleep in and forget about school, what am I doing? Getting up at 7 am.

As much as I would have loved to go to the beach the Friday I had off, guess what I was doing? Running errands and getting my homework done. Saturday I spent in the kitchen, lovingly preparing chocolate for my dear friends at church. Sunday was Easter. And Monday found me once again in school.

Its not that I mind working, at all. I am well paid, and the work is interesting and easy. And its not that I mind covering for my sister...she needed the time much more then I did. And its not as if I did much of anything at the office while I was covering for her. My one problem lies in the fact that I have until May before I am done, and almost no time for myself before that....I will fry if I'm not careful....

But enough complaining.

Though it wasn't as restful as I would have imagined, at least I didn't have to go to school and I did get paid for my time.

Now all that must be done is beach day this Saturday. And I have a promise from a certain blue-eyed, blond-haired, tall boy to take me.