Maybe you’re going to Cabo or Miami or somewhere equal parts tropical and topical. Or maybe you’re going skiing in Maine or a mountainous region where people ski (I don’t know how that works — I’m from California). Or maybe you’re just going home to spend some time with the fam and your dogs and get some much-needed relaxation time (read: Netflix).
I’m in that last camp. I’m headed home to completely veg out and watch TV and go to the dog park. Sidebar: My dogs are literally the cutest dogs ever — you can follow my Aussie pup Neo on Instagram: @neotheminiaussie.
Back to the point, this spring break is all about catching up for me. I’ve fallen behind on my sleep, on like eight TV shows and, let’s be real, on my reading for class. A week off from school is exactly what I need to catch up on all of that. Here’s what I plan on doing every day while I’m home:
10:30 a.m. Roll out of bed and head to the kitchen to grab breakfast, probably a chocolate chip pancake or two because this is spring break and I am indulging.
11:00 a.m. Exercise? This one is still under consideration and is dependent on how many pancakes I have consumed.
12:00 p.m. Watch one episode of something. Possibilities include iZombie, The Flash, Reign, Teen Wolf or How to Get Away with Murder. Yes I know, my taste in television is diverse and at times questionable.
12:42 p.m. Request that my mother drive me to the center of suburbia, the shopping center.
12:53 p.m. Arrive at the shopping center. Eat lunch at whichever Americanized ethnic food restaurant I want that day.
1:15 p.m. Go to Starbucks. Plant myself in a good location with a comfortable chair and plenty of natural sunlight. Begin catching up on readings for class or readings for fun.
3:00 p.m. Be picked up by Mom, Gracie and Neo (the dogs). Go to the dog park. Swoon over all the other dogs. Throw tennis balls for Neo until my arm is ready to fall off.
4:00 p.m. Go home and watch like three episodes of TV probably.
6:06 p.m. Inquire about dinner, recall that Dad won’t be home until probably 7:30 p.m. and watch two more episodes.
7:30 p.m. Dad gets home. Ask about dinner again.
8:00 p.m. Finally eat dinner. Wish for the independence of living alone when I choose my own meal times. Be grateful that I don’t need to cook or buy groceries at home.
8:30 p.m. Watch more TV but now with the family. Probably House Hunters or if we’re lucky, Fixer Upper.
10:00 p.m. The family and the dogs retire, so I’ll retreat to my bedroom to watch another few episodes.
12:06 a.m. Sleep. Have a weird dream probably about missing a test for a class I’m not taking, being late to an apartment showing or falling into the sky because gravity has reversed.
Hopefully after a seven-day cycle of this routine, I will be refreshed, revitalized and capable of returning to the stressful hellhole that we affectionately call Hopkins.
