This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Harvard chapter.
Let me guess how your spring break went. You either hopped on a plane headed for paradise where the sunshine and tequila are endless, or you ended up somewhere slightly less magical. Ah, yes, the average-to-below-average spring breaks. I know how they were spent. Constantly scrolling through your social media feeds stalking anyone and everyone’s crazy tropical, wild, and epic spring break pics, making you jealous and resentful with each swipe of your finger. I do hope you poor souls, like me, moved past this phase of jealousy and on toward the appreciation of your surroundings. Sure, you weren’t on a beach in Margaritaville or Mexico or somewhere, but damn you also weren’t in class and that’s something to smile about. Here’s how I made the best of my week off and pretended that I was actually winning the spring break competition:
I found myself a beach. I layed on that hammock, closed my eyes, tossed my book aside and shamelessly played ocean/waves sounds aloud. What of it!?
Basically Mexico right? Eating like a spring break champ.
Houston, TX treated me right. Spring break #winning.