Spring Fever

I’m cold.

You know that feeling where the rest of you is perfectly comfortable, yet your feet are flippin’ freezing?

That’s what I’m stuck with.

I totally wish I had some great piece of news or thought to write about, but I don’t. It’s spring break, which, honestly, totally sucks. Mostly because it’s too short for anything interesting to happen. During summer vacation, the sheer volume of time allows some sort of revelation to come into play, where you grow and begin to see who you’re becoming, blah blah blah. And winter break is just enough time for the holiday spirit to infiltrate your brain and remind you that, no, you aren’t the only one in the universe, and there are starving, cold, needy children out there who don’t have a Christmas.

But spring break is lame. It’s only a week long, which means that, just as you’re getting used to being able to sleep in and spend the day with friends or whatever, it’s time for school again, and you’re on the last leg of the semester before spring break. Here in Southern California, it means that the weather is just going to get hotter and hotter, making PE runs hell. I think the worst part is that the administration is so tight-assed, they refuse to turn on the air conditioner in the classrooms until the temperatures exceed ninety-five degrees.

And we go through that every damn year.

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