I wonder when the idea of spring break morphed from being a necessary respite after hard winters and the demands of school into a drunk fest in a beach town? It’s become vogue to travel somewhere exotic, have wild tales of extraordinary adventures to share. So then students return exhausted, too tired to attend classes for at least another week, though their body my actually be in a chair in the classroom. Perhaps the latter is more applicable to college students, but the travel has broadened to include all student ages. Maybe the Vitamin D is more important than rest, but I’m staking my claim for a walk on the MKT Trail, sleeping in, afternoon movies, and no grading for at least four consecutive days. Rest, relaxation, and re-energizing. That’s my goal.
Perhaps because I travel during the summer and on Christmas break, I don’t feel compelled to battle thousands of half-naked drunks who’ll regret 80% of what they did come the Monday after…
Oh, God, I think I just became my mother.
2 comments:
I hadn't ever thought about it that way before, but you're right. I guess relaxation is not the motivator for students that it is for us teachers/women turning into our mothers. :^)
P.S. Thanks for your support.
Being like your mother isn't a bad thing ...
I'm heading back to the woods here in a bit. Something about having no computer and no telephone service, about having the crackle and smell of the campfire and listening to the cawing of the crows and the rattling of winter-dried oak leaves still clinging on the branches, just soothes me.
I don't think I'd do well on those crowded beaches of the typical spring break party-seekers.
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