Oh, how a break would be amazing right about now.
It is only the middle of the week,And I am burnt out.
More days of homework,Walking to class,Studying for quizzes, exams,And taking care of myself.
Might as well take a nap.It won’t hurt anything.
Dang it, I slept for the rest of the day.Time for an all-nighter.
There is just so much.
A text from my friend comes through:“Do you want to hang out?”The reply I want to give is exciting,And filled with joy.
But the reply I have is dull,
And filled with sadness.“I can’t. I have so much to do, sorry! xo”
Upset with myself,I go to my last class of the day,Dreading having to go.
I sit in my lecture hall,Watching the time,Whispering “weekend”Like they did in “High School Musical.”
Over and over in my head.
Finally, we are dismissed,And I make my way back home,Ready for the festivities.
Friday night, I submerge myself,In nothing but dancing and loud music.
No more stressing over school,I can forget for a minute.
Saturday night, I’ll play games with friends,And scream at the top of my lungs.
It feels so good to be doing something,Other than homework.
And Sunday night,I’ll take a long shower,And lie in bed watching my show.
This is exactly what I needed.
Monday comes back around so quickly,And I’m sitting in my lecture hall again.
Yet, something is different.
After the weekend,I’m not freaking out anymore,And I don’t have an urge to rush through the week.
I stop and think to myself,Maybe college isn’t so bad after all.
Edited by Ever Cole | ecole@themaneater.comCopy edited by Jacob Richey | jrichey@themaneater.com