I have writers' cramp. I have to write an essay about how my Easter Break was, and how would I would have wanted it to be. So far, Easter break was a drag, and the whole time I would rather have been at school, but I can't write a 2 page essay on how boring my break was and how I wanted to go back to school. There aren't enough words in the English language that mean,"boring." Then, I would seem like I have no life. I want to go back to school so I can see my boyfriend, and actually do something with my life. I can't do anything with my life if I'm not at school and learning. I will never become a famous actress without Drama club, a doctor without biology, an Olympian without PE, a "Bill Gates," without computers, a Mathematician without Geometry, an Author without English, and how am I supposed to fall in love, if I can't see my boyfriend?
How I spent my Easter vacation. Kicked the bike over, sped south on highway 1 weaving past traffic, leaning against the wind, feeling salt spray, headed to Big Sur to join a carnival of midgets, but bike's engine is blown and shivering by the roadside waiting in the rain for lift to mechanic who is closed for the long weekend, wondering if check will bounce, instead getting ride for self and bike to the carnival arriving 3 AM to drunken orgy, cop flashers blue and red in the nighttime rain, taken to performers tent for incredible sex, researching a novel after all...
Hey, you could make it deep and talk about how activity and goals and social interaction make life meaningful, and that without it it's just darn empty and boring, you don't know how to fill the gap when the framework it exists in for you is temporarily suspended. It's like when you've finished exams, and you just don't know what to do with yourself. Last year I got insomnia for the first time in my life and slept about an hour a night for four days straight. I felt fine.
Oh, and how it's meant to be an opportunity to recuperate but can sometimes be harmful to your wellbeing
