So....it's Spring Break now, right?

I am quite literally counting down the hours to Spring Break.  For me at least, Spring Break starts in 76 hours.  SEVENTY-SIX HOURS.  My impatience knows no bounds.  My body is buzzing with the knowledge that I will soon be free at last, free at last, thank God almighty, etc. etc.

Of course, this means it's that much harder to accomplish anything.  And daylight's savings time has me all kinds of confused.  It's my bedtime right now.*  I think I'll probably be up for at least another hour.**  This is the hardest time of year for me.

I know that I have so much to do, but it's hard to make myself do any of it.  For instance, in order to avoid doing nine pages of reading for Secured Transactions, I spent two hours cleaning my room and bathroom, watched Sister Wives, and listened to Bruce Springsteen's "If I Should Fall Behind" six times.***

I am NOT coming out.  You can't make me.

Lucky for me, I'm well aware that I'm not alone in my oxymoronically antsy ennui.  This is the hardest time of spring semester for any student.  In fall, you get all sorts of little breaks, whereas in spring it's school for weeks and weeks until FINALLY eleven days of glorious nothing stretches before you.  Of course, this is where spring semester burnout comes into play.  At this point, you're so sure you deserve a break that you stop working.  Guess what?

You don't deserve it.  Just get your work done.  And then enjoy your Spring Break.  Because we're getting back to that part of the semester where you can't remember the last time you showered.

Oh yay!

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*Yes, I have a bedtime.  Don't judge.
**Unless I abuse OTC medication for its sleepy time powers.  Which I refuse to do.
***Guys, this is a really good song, and yes I am listening to it again right now.