Well, here we are again, blogging. I can't really tell you how many times I told myself "Ya know, I should open up my back pack and do some of that homework we have over break," only to proceed to stare into the TV and play the new Donkey Kong game I got for Christmas, glance at my phone with a text from a friend offering to hang out, and then within a few minutes leave my house and my inclinations to do school work behind. If I remember correctly, It took me until the first Wednesday to touch my back pack... but don't worry, it was only to move it up to my room because my brother and his wife were coming home to spend Christmas with us. I later opened it and cautiously peered in on the following Monday, only to be delayed until Tuesday to actually pull out a binder. I was met with the inevitable. Biology project. Calculus holiday assignment. Data sheet. Blog. Spanish reading. Art projects. All immeasurably insignificant to me during this time of temporary freedom. After all, when else could I play these new video games, teach myself the way around this new bass guitar, and hang out with my friends every night?
The first time I actually tried to do some work was actually painful for me. The thought of doing school work right at that moment was so demoralizing that I just had to step away, compose myself, sit back down, and open up Facebook. Oh, that was so much better. But as I tried to figure out why this experience was so difficult for me, especially when I don't remember it being so in the past, I realized the only difference is that this is senior year - what has been the most difficult year of school by far. The extreme amounts of work and its extreme difficulty had truly taken a toll on my brain, and the equal and opposite reaction was extreme relaxation, and extreme lack of actual thought. I've been in my own little mental asylum for two weeks, and while temporarily enjoyable, it will be very much regretted tomorrow morning around 7:40.
I hear you loud and clear Mr. Lange. This break has been awesome and similarly to your situation, my backpack is beginning to form cobwebs. Imagine living in a place where you wake up in the morning with little to no responsibilities and a schedule thats rigid but consists of nothing important. That's the life my friend, and Kesey makes it sound terrible...pshhh. I'd love every moment of my time spent in the asylum but reality hits at some point, just like Bromden found out, and just like we're about to find out in approximately eight hours.
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