Ah, there’s nothing better than a Sunday night and the comforting knowledge that you have no responsibility to wake up to tomorrow morning. (Let’s not mention the piles of homework I’m hopelessly behind on or the number of AP tests I should be studying for.) Even before the weekend, while I was still moping my way through school, I could feel the salvation of spring break coming nearer and nearer. Just one more week, just one more day, just one more class. And now it’s finally here. And things have been going pretty well so far.
I’m gonna start with Friday because my mind starts going into weekend mode once it hits Friday anyway. Friday was really cool because the orchestra does this thing called spring grams where they go around the classrooms and deliver cards and leis to people, in combination with a performance of a prearranged pop medley – on spring instruments, of course. I love being able to hear violin across from my Spanish class and I also find it really amusing that my friend has to drag her cello through the halls (they draw the line at the string bass). And this was pretty much the inspiration for the title of this blog post, which really only references this paragraph, but let’s just move on.
I think Saturday was a weird transition day because it’s technically the beginning of spring break, but you already had Friday night and you know Easter is tomorrow, so you just kinda shrug your shoulders and let the passage of time do its thing. Most of my Saturday was probably spent making plans for Sunday. That and finding out how to do card tricks from my cousin and the assistance of the internet. After that, I spent the rest of the day doing who-knows-what and sleeping very very late knowing full well that I would have to wake up early the next morning.
I woke up groggy but with the happy realization that it was Easter, so my cousin and I rushed out to the neighborhood park where they set up festivities every year. We did some arts and crafts, ate quite a bit of barbeque, and snuck a couple of plastic-shelled eggs into our bags before heading home. Then we took my dogs on a really spastic walk, I lost miserably at Battleship despite having been at an advantage for the first half of the game, and we practiced our card tricks while sipping on various fruit-flavored beverages. And now I’m here and I’m typing this blog post, too tired to find a way to incorporate a rabbit hole pun into my story about Easter.
My apologies for the characteristic incoherence,
Mad Hatter
Come Down The Rabbit Hole 