2008 Woodie Awards
Hectic break causes student to appreciate return to classes
Brad Seiner
Issue date: 1/12/06 Section: Opinion
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After a mere three weeks, it's time to get back to the daily grind of Warrensburg life and classes-which seem to drag on forever. Students' schedules are crammed and time management becomes a key trying to figure out a way to make it through school and keep a job which will pay the bills, or at least part of them.
After commuting for a year and a half, I moved to the 'Burg in August. Last semester, I got my first glimpse of what college life can really be about. I am not saying I partied too much, but hey, I did have a good time and still found a way to make it through some tough courses.
As the fall semester drew to a close, all I could think about was three joyous weeks of relaxation and hanging out with friends I don't get to see too often. I also planned on working a few days to make some extra money for the spring.
But what occurred over break was as far away from a break as I could have ever imagined- I had to help my parents move.
Now, let me tell you, 18 years is plenty of time to collect a bunch of junk. I realized our basement was full of stuff we never used or only used more than 10 years ago.
The week prior to Christmas wasn't too bad. I knew we were going to have our work cut out for us once the move started, but nothing prepared me for the events which occurred during the next two weeks.
Christmas Eve is supposed to be a day of family, eating a huge dinner and preparing for Santa's arrival. This year it didn't happen that way.
Packing began that day and continued after we spent Christmas morning with my brother and his family. There could be nothing worse than packing knickknacks, old photos and crafts on Christmas Day. Now that's the way to spend some quality time together as a family.
The entire week between Christmas and New Year's Day was filled with numerous trips between the old and the new houses. The trips seemed to be nonstop like the never-ending pile of boxes lined throughout the house.
My parents hired four veteran movers to help us in the pursuit of our goal- to finish the job within the new year. After three moving trailer load jammed from top to bottom, every essential piece of life we owned was now at the new house.
The remainder of the break consisted of unpacking. At that point, I realized how stupid moving really is. Sure, it is a great thing in some ways. People like my parents build a dream home to stay in for the rest of their lives. That's great, but I never want to go through that kind of stress again.
This may sound facetious, but because of the 'break' I had, I am happy the new semester has begun. Not only is this my final semester before I will have to go out into the real world, but I think school and work will be more of a break than the break I was supposed to have.
After commuting for a year and a half, I moved to the 'Burg in August. Last semester, I got my first glimpse of what college life can really be about. I am not saying I partied too much, but hey, I did have a good time and still found a way to make it through some tough courses.
As the fall semester drew to a close, all I could think about was three joyous weeks of relaxation and hanging out with friends I don't get to see too often. I also planned on working a few days to make some extra money for the spring.
But what occurred over break was as far away from a break as I could have ever imagined- I had to help my parents move.
Now, let me tell you, 18 years is plenty of time to collect a bunch of junk. I realized our basement was full of stuff we never used or only used more than 10 years ago.
The week prior to Christmas wasn't too bad. I knew we were going to have our work cut out for us once the move started, but nothing prepared me for the events which occurred during the next two weeks.
Christmas Eve is supposed to be a day of family, eating a huge dinner and preparing for Santa's arrival. This year it didn't happen that way.
Packing began that day and continued after we spent Christmas morning with my brother and his family. There could be nothing worse than packing knickknacks, old photos and crafts on Christmas Day. Now that's the way to spend some quality time together as a family.
The entire week between Christmas and New Year's Day was filled with numerous trips between the old and the new houses. The trips seemed to be nonstop like the never-ending pile of boxes lined throughout the house.
My parents hired four veteran movers to help us in the pursuit of our goal- to finish the job within the new year. After three moving trailer load jammed from top to bottom, every essential piece of life we owned was now at the new house.
The remainder of the break consisted of unpacking. At that point, I realized how stupid moving really is. Sure, it is a great thing in some ways. People like my parents build a dream home to stay in for the rest of their lives. That's great, but I never want to go through that kind of stress again.
This may sound facetious, but because of the 'break' I had, I am happy the new semester has begun. Not only is this my final semester before I will have to go out into the real world, but I think school and work will be more of a break than the break I was supposed to have.