In a few hours, Thanksgiving break will be gone. Sadly, the three bags of stuff I bought home won't be.
At least I managed to sort through most of the disaster I refer to as "yearbook." I even met with my yearbook rep over Thanksgiving Break to discuss yearbook-related stuff. I believe if the pilgrims had to do that, they would have skedaddled right on out of Plymouth Rock as speedy quick as the ol' Mayflower could sail. (No, silly, the pilgrims wouldn't have skedaddled because of my yearbook rep, who really is a rather nice guy, but because of yearbook stuff in general.)
I guess only a yearbook adviser would truly understand my angst.
In order to calm myself in these last few hours before the end of break, I thought I would (1) eat a little bit of chocolate and (2) drink some green tea. I buy the kind of tea that contains nifty little philosophical ditties. The one for this evening said, "The best way of life is to be, simply be."
Obviously, the writer of that little cleverness was never a journalism adviser.
Or a teacher.
Could be fun though. Maybe tomorrow when I go to class, I'll just let things "be."
Yeah, let's see how well that one works for me.