So what was the culminating moment of my spring break? Me being childish and realizing I could fit myself inside my laundry basket.
Ah, yes, the joys of being stuck at home for an entire week with nothing to do and absolutely no contact with any human beings outside of my family. But now I’m back in Chambana, back in the cornfields, back to the life of procrastinating. I honestly don’t think I have it in me to do any more academics. I’m completely and utterly exhausted from doing nothing for a whole week. My alarm rang this morning at 8:20 a.m., but I kept pressing snooze and totally not thinking that I actually had to get up and moving. It was 8:39 when I realized I actually had somewhere to be. And even walking to class was an out-of-body experience. I forgot what it was like to be surrounded by hundreds of people your age on a daily basis. Walking from my apartment to the FLB was a total dazeI wasn’t aware of my surroundings at all (though, in all honesty, I was probably still half-asleep).
But I have to get back into the groove, back into some sort of semblance of an active college life. Look, I even got a haircut before coming back here to freshen things up before tackling the second half of this semester.
I know it doesn’t seem short or anything to a lot of people, but it feels drastically short to me. I might as well have chopped it all off. But the cut was necessary; if I’m determined to have hair like Kim Kardashian by the end of the year, then I need my hair healthy.
I guess it’s time to stop procrastinating and get back to work. It’s getting harder and harder to be so productive when the sun’s out even longer as weeks goes by. It’s 6:44 p.m. and the sun’s just now starting to set.