Last Tuesday night I decided I was ‘quitting’ school for the week. I had been at work all afternoon, and could Not focus on a single thing. Not one. All afternoon. I had an online test that night right after my shift was over, so I was trying to look over the notes. I would read about 2 sentences and start doing something else. Check e-mail. Look around on Facebook. Target. E-mail. Aghhhhhh.
So after a few minutes of deep thought, because apparently that’s all I could handle, I came to a realization. I was Excited! I didn’t want to do work. My buddies were going to be there in less than a day, and then I got to be in “weekend mode” until Sunday!
I took my stupid test (actually did pretty well, surprisingly), headed back to the apartment and made an executive decision right away. As of around 6:30 p.m. on Tuesday evening, I was “done” with school for the week. Oooh, good stuff. Instead of studying for my quiz the next morning, I made sure everything was ready to go, cleaned up, and I made a birthday card for my Dad (arts & crafts, always the solution).
After my Wednesday morning class I headed off to pick up the girls at the airport, and was officially in weekend-mode for the next 5 days. I went to 2 out of the 3 classes I had on Thursday and Friday, and quite frankly, consider that pretty impressive.
It was definitely a successful weekend. Starting Wednesday night with drinks & a trip down ‘memory lane’, laughing about stories from high school and catching up. Thursday & Friday were spent around campus and downtown, going out, movies, and eating. Saturday was our day to relax, recoup, and watch KU beat UNC!!! And this morning we were up and on the road by 5:30 a.m. I drove there & back, six hours total, walked straight to my bed and crashed for the next 3 hours.
And now the weekend is over, and it’s back to school….