When I saw that spring break was just around the corner, I couldn’t get any more excited. Every single day that passed, all I could think about was the parties that would go down. There would be alcohol of the highest quality! There would be plenty of babes, all of them smokin’ hot. The anticipation alone was exciting enough, yet class dragged on and on, ever closer to my week of fun.
Then my teachers assigned me extra homework for the break. It’s almost as if these people haven’t ever heard of fun! If fun knocked on their door, it would appear as a stranger advertising a bizarre new cult that’s probably illegal. Sure enough, I got assigned some homework. I had an essay to do and even a mid-term take home, due right when I came back. I swear that they don’t have any feelings. But that’s okay, “I’ll tough it out,” I said to myself. Homework comes and goes, tests are recorded forever, but spring break only occurs once a year, and I was going to make the most of it.
School finished up and then there was work over the weekend. Every single minute dragged as if each were an hour long. Every single hour seemed to last a day. Every day a week, and since there were two days of working four hour shifts, that was a full two weeks of the endless boredom shuffle. I couldn’t believe how many people wanted to buy things that simply weren’t related to spring break. Pens? Paper? Books that weren’t required for class?! It just didn’t stop coming!
By Monday, the pain of work had been entirely forgotten, and suddenly the rest of the week was in front of me. I had forty bucks, my fake ID and my mom’s Jewel card. I was ready to go! So I go to pick up the beer, I drop it in the cart and I’m about to pay for it, but there’s only one line open. There’s not one, but two old ladies in front of me, and each one wants to count out exact change. And they both buy things that cost twenty-three dollars and thirty-nine cents. What are the chances of that? It’s as if they were actually plotting against me, intentionally sabotaging any chance of me enjoying my break! I don’t even know how many times they recounted the change; my mind was just a blur.
Finally I get the beer and stuff it into the trunk of my 1986 Yugo GV. I start the car and drive off towards my friend’s place, a house in the suburbs built right in front of the train tracks. The heat is blasting out of my air-conditioning, the check engine light is flashing twice a second, and nobody’s moving! It’s as if there’s an accident down the block from me, but I knew there wasn’t any accident. It seemed like an eternity in that stupid traffic jam!
Anyways, Todd, Gary, Jessica and Lisa were supposed to be there already, and I knew that more were coming. Todd was in charge of getting the babes this year, ’cause last year Gary only managed to find more dudes. I don’t get it, why did he only get dudes? Was there a shortage of babes and a surplus of dudes down at the production line?
What? I’m running out of space? But I’ve got a whole spring break to talk about, here! What? I’ve got to wrap it all up? Uhh…spring break was fun, yeah. Except that Todd messed up, and brought over more dudes, and um…, it was just the same lame crap as last year. Uh, yeah, I’ll see you in class.