Why do breaks have to end so fast? Doesn’t it seem like one day you are getting out of school, or work or whatever, only to have to return the next day, when in truth it has been like 2 and a half weeks? That’s sure how it felt to me this Christmas break. There was that short time where I hadn’t the stress of school, and where I could sleep in, play computer games all day, and stay up late at night.
At the beginning of almost every break, I don’t know why, but I always have the same dream. In this dream, something happens to me (usually some sort of coma), causing me to miss out on all but the last 1 or 2 days of the break. And for some reason, I feel similar to the way I do during that dream tonight–like I missed out on part of the break, when in truth it’s just because the fact that 17 days passed by in the blink of an eye.
I find it funny how time flies when you’re having fun. I find it funny how when there’s nothing to stress about, an absence of responsibility, and time to relax and forget about the world, how time zips by, yet when life is hard, when you have school or for adults work, time crawls and even seems to sit in one place. Why is that? Why can’t it be reversed?
I will continue to think about this as I wrap up this post. I will wonder why it has to be this way as I climb into bed, and I will wish for time to travel backwards when I have to get up and face the world and complicated reality of school. And then, I’ll wait the agonizingly long wait for another speedy but much appreciated break from school.
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