The Last Stretch

For all Easter is hyped up to be, it just happens (coincidentally) to be both one of my most favorite and least favorite days in the year. The day is happy and fun and all that good stuff (plus the sugar) until about six o'clock in the afternoon when you suddenly realize that in about twelve hours you're going to have to wake up at the break of dawn so that you can spend the following seven hours in one of the most dreaded places on earth: school.

It just so happens that Spring Break is the break between the first part of the school year and the last stretch before the end. You know that once you get the ball rolling the morning after Spring Break, it won't stop until the end of the year. It's a terrible feeling; frankly, its not appropriate for Easter, when we all should be celebrating the resurrection of Jesus Christ. It's terrible to have to spend your Easter night worrying endlessly about if you've done all the homework assigned for you over the break, or dreading the next morning and how incredibly tired you are going to be. I can't seem to settle down, and I hate that feeling.

Why can't they make Easter the happy weekend; the first weekend of Spring Break instead of the last? I would handle things much better; feel so much better about myself right now if that were the case. It's no fun to be confirmed and then have to think about school the next day. I just want another day to let things sink in... Just one more day before the long last stretch of the race. One more day to get my bearings. One. More. Day.