I admit to being a low-income student, and I know that being an adult in college will have its unusual situations, but when the students around me started talking about their plans for spring break, I was stunned. They go to the Caribbean; they go west to California; they go to Mexico.
I thought it was a bad economy, and that any time spent in an airport–with the body scans and shoe checks–was akin to waiting in a proctologist’s office for a high colonic appointment. Every vacation for me has been a staycation for years, because it doesn’t seem like a good time to travel at all. Who wants to stay in a hotel that has free bedbugs with every bed? Who wants to play tourist when every place you visit has people who don’t like Americans in general and will only smile at you when you flash money destined for their hands?
Besides, I don’t have a figure for a swimsuit. If the resorts only want 98 pound visitors, three-fourths of Americans are obese according to the statistics, so we might as well stay home.
Spring break for me will be a week in which I won’t take only a half hour lunch half the week to make up for the 90 minutes I need on my school night to leave early and get from work to college. I’ll spend the school night working on the next week’s assignment, and I’ll have time to re-read the assigned reading. It’ll be a recharging session, but not fun in the sun.
Unless I work in the back yard and it isn’t cloudy.
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