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.com
Copy edited by Jacob Richey | jrichey@themaneater.com