This week was Undisclosed University’s spring break.
When I say “spring break,” I mean we didn’t go to classes but we did go to a lot of other things—services and such. There was more free time than is usual, but that free time is usually best spent catching up with people who you like very much but don’t get to see on a regular basis.
So nothing classwork-wise gets done. Nothing. Nada. Zip.
This may also explain the low quality of the posts of the past week.
Movie-watching happens. Playing games with friends for hours happens. Reading works of contemporary fiction happens. Napping happens. Getting in a little extra exercise happens. Classwork, despite our best intentions, does not happen. This is the way UU spring break goes. This is the way it is every year, no matter how well we plan. We need that week of not thinking about classes. We have to think about them for the rest of the semester, so it’s good to push back from our desks for a week and put life in perspective.
However, I haven’t so much as glanced at a syllabus in over a week. There’s stuff due Monday, but I have only a vague idea of what it might be.
Oddly, I’m okay with that. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about college, it’s that everything gets done eventually. It may not get done ahead of time, and it may not get done until the evening before, but it will get done.
In terms of checks on a checklist, this week was a failure. In terms of making memories that will last me for the next fifty years at least, it was a roaring success.