Should it be called "Spring Break" or "A Cruel Taste of Everything You Can't and Wont Have for the Next Two Months?"

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Hello Folks,

I'm feeling a little bit country this week, mostly because I just got back from a pleasant spring break on the farm. It was the most relaxing, easy going, and pleasant week of the year.

*Phew*

Now that I have that one off my chest, I feel a lot better. To be completely honest, almost nothing in the previous statement is true, it's just hard to convey sarcasm through words on a blog. But before I (ex/com)plain, let's back-track to and recap my last week before break in one sentence.

The most crazy week of my life this semester not only consisted of the regular craziness of accompanying, classes, and lessons, but also included some of the hardest tests and papers that I've ever had to do.

After I pulled three all-nighters, wrote the Paideia paper and hopefully passed the midterm, I packed my things and headed for my house in the country. I didn't really miss the smell of the cow-yard when the temperature gets above freezing, but it would be nice to sleep in a bed that wasn't originally designed for a small child. I told myself that break was going to be the time that I would catch up on some sleep. I kept putting off going to bed until it got to be around 2:00 am when I finally was struggling to keep my eyes open to follow the action on TV. Still, I was sure I would catch up on my sleep and just sleep in until lunch the next day. However, I forgot that "sleeping-in" is a forbidden word in my house, and was woken up shortly after 9 to start the day. I was not happy.

I also decided that another great way to catch up on sleep would be to get a job doing an early morning paper route in the twin cities. It made perfect sense: work from 1:30-7 in the morning, then sleep all day. As many of you may gather, I didn't read the statistics on night shifts and sleep before I took the job. It was ok, and I made good money, but when I started to have to deliver more and more papers day by day (my top day was 386), it wasn't as cool. I should probably also apologize to any of the Burnsville residents who didn't receive a Pioneer Press. Oops!

After 4 days of paper fun, I returned home to celebrate my 19th birthday. As usual, I didn't feel any different, gain any free wishes, or grow taller. I guess that I am just getting small tastes of the (hopefully) 80 more birthdays to come. I also was praying that I would finally get some time to sleep before I had to head back to school. As it turned out, my parents heard my prayers, and decided to have me drive my brother down to Iowa City (1.5 hours away) for a 5 hour practice. Mom and Dad sure new the cure for fatigue: DRIVING!

I should really find a way not to whine so much, it really isn't that bad, I just find my life comical....sometimes. Either way, we're on the downhill side of the semester and year here at Luther. Hopefully it warms up soon!!!

Later
Jake