AT 4 o’ CLOCK THIS AFTERNOON I turned in my last final, wished my favorite professor a wonderful break, then went and sold a book back for a disheartening $10.
I never thought I’d say this so soon, but I’m bored. It hasn’t even been eight hours since my semester has come to an official conclusion and I’m already pulling my hair out! Why, after I am finally granted this godsend of free time, have I resorted to COMPLAINING about it?!
My idle hands just don’t know what to do. I spent the semester canvassing the parking lot, back and forth to the art center to work on photos and design, night after night. Each evening before getting a little shut-eye, I’d mentally run down the list of things I had to do. Now that list is practically empty and I am looking for things to add to it. Make Christmas cards? Make more hot tea? Make my bed? I’m running out of things to make here!
I’m “stuck” here until Sunday, and have compiled a short checklist: Clean the microwave; determine what foul smell is lurking in coffee machine, then eradicate said smell; walk the dog — any dog, just find a dog to walk; purchase a shovel to throw in my trunk in the event of future storms that bury my car; make my bed, unmake my bed, then make it again; recycle a semester of paperwork; find perfect Christmas gift for Mom & Dad, then justify why I shouldn’t keep it for myself; stare into the abyss; watch National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation…again; unclog sink; and finally, bask in the glory that I have successfully completed my 5th semester of school.
Whew. I’m off to bed. Big day tomorrow filled with nothing at all!
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