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The Last Break

One final eight weeks before an end. I cannot remember what a fall day looks like without class, but for scant breaks and busy weekends. There is a change coming. This is just the way it goes.

Yet, here we are, the final week-long break before any diploma grabbing.

Thank the lord.

It has been busy. Really busy. The amount of water in the jug on my back has gone oceanic.

These challenges are customary now. The mindset which accompanies such presumption comes from an optimistic place though. Change means seeing things differently and seeing different things.

I am looking at the now, sitting in the early half of spring break. There is a bunch of work that has been done and will be done. This mountain of portfolios, journals, and annotated texts is layered with sticky-note snowdrift. There is disorder throughout, and yet no fear.

What must be done will be done.

That is the nature of a break for me. I could rest and watch the new season of Better Call Saul and feel like a normal person again or I could frontload portions of the semester, catch up on those which need catching, and spend the last eight weeks here in slumber. Yet, even that nature is shifting per the time of my life.

Responsibilities are here and they do not leave. Adulthood is making a choice between three basic options: Avoid responsibilities, accept responsibilities, delegate responsibilities. Stage one of adulthood seems to be about the first two options. You either find a way to get the grocery money or you do not. The third seems like a transitory third, wherein those individuals who decided to manage the grocery store instead are now able to have someone else do the boring crap.

There is a kind of progression to growing, per the meaning of the words, that people tend to forget. College-aged individuals seem exceptionally prone to fearing that they are falling behind in the expectations set for their age group. Others seem to think it’s a sudden shift. Honestly, I think it’s all just choice.

If you want to be the best at something you have to choose that as a priority over Better Call Saul.

It sucks sometimes, but that is the way it goes.

A bit of work ahead of when it must be done seems to be the secret to success for a lot of people. Thus is the reality of break. We can go down the path of leisure or success but it depends on our values and priorities. What we do takes us to the where, and I would prefer a lumpy desk to a lumpy couch most days.

The weather has, largely, been too disagreeable for much fun anyway.

 

Austin Kirkham is a Senior creative writing major from Meridian, Idaho