I'm so bored, I find this entertaining.Prior to the beginning of Christmas break, the hallways of a school are littered with anticipation and exhaspiration. Kids moan from the strain of trying to complete that extra project that the teachers push on them before school lets out. The faculty sighs, knowing that the students will return from the holiday having forgotten the last several lessons taught. From both, the rooms are filled with the chatter of the upcoming plans, presents, and parties. I often participate in these discussions, boasting about how little I plan on doing over the following two weeks. With me, though, Christmas break is usually a wolf in sheep's clothing. I am only on my fourth official day off of school, and I am already stir-crazy.
Oh, sure, the past week was busy enough. Monday through Thursday found me racing through final exams. I didn't finish either the Calculus or English exam due to time constraints, but I did well enough to maintain my average in both classes. After one test on Tuesday, I went out to lunch with my grandmother, and afterward went on a shopping venture to complete my gift list before the stores became last-minute madhouses, loaded with screaming children and annoyed adults. Among the items purchased that day was the new PC I had picked out from the Dell catalog. (It should be arriving by New Year's Day, praise Allah.) Saturday, as previously stated, was the family caroling day. I wound up spending most of the evening asleep in a chair someplace; either in my Mom's SUV between singing locales, or in a rocking chair in Grandma's living room at the post-journey party.
I'm thankful that the busiest week to recent memory is over with, but it leaves with a bit of a problem. What am I supposed to do with myself now?
The last several days have been quite unmemorable. One of the week's most defining moments came last night, when I paced around the family room for 54 minutes, wondering when my mother was going to bring home the dinner she had promised me.
Here is another defining moment.
Pathetic, isn't it? The sad thing about all of it is, the following days aren't going to get much better.
Would you like to know how bad it actually is? The biggest reason why I am looking forward to Christmas isn't the gifts, the family, or warm surroundings. For the rest of the year, December 25th is the only day in which I am actually doing something. It makes me wonder why I even bother to get out of bed in the morning...
Oh, wait...I don't. I usually get up at 12:30. HA! 
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