Across my Facebook and Instagram newsfeeds are pictures indicating that school is coming to an end for most colleges that my friends (okay, maybe not my friends and just kids I went to high school with) attend.
I’ve seen pictures of sorority girls at formals, snapchats about studying for finals, and even welcome home signs. My mom’s best friend is heading out to Michigan to get her son in a few days.
So as everyone is getting ready to jet off for the summer, I’m sitting here in my English 307 class with 3 weeks of classes left.
UD’s schedule is both a blessing and a curse. I love having a long winter break. This past winter, I was fortunate enough to come home for a few weeks, go to Cabo with my family, hang out again in Livingston for my birthday, go to Italy for 20 days, and then have a week after my homecoming to adjust before heading back down to school.
I’m a homebody, always have been and always will be. I don’t mind that our winter break is longer than the average university’s. I enjoy spending days at home with my two dogs, never getting out of pajamas and watching Netflix all day.
However, as the weather is getting nicer, I have an itch to get out of school.
Mentally, I have checked out. I know that I should care about class, but it’s so hard to. All I want is to be home lounging in the sun, but I’m stuck in a stuffy classroom.
I opted out of taking one of my finals which is great. The downside, the date of my other final. It certainly is cruel and unusual punishment to have a final scheduled for after Memorial Day.
So as I look at pictures of people sunbathing and drinking mojitos, I’ll be inside studying for my Comm final, which is sure to be the death of me.
27 days until freedom.