It’s Thursday, and you realize Thanksgiving is only a week away
Then you realize that there are those few pesky days that the University makes you go to class
But you don’t care because soon you’ll be stuffing your face with delicious food
WAIT WHAT. You’re English professor insists you attend your 3pm class on Wednesday
They’re serious. 3PM. WEDNESDAY.
Oh, and don’t forget that paper that is due with an accompanying presentation on Tuesday
Bright side: at least you can do your laundry at home and save on money
And by the end of the Wednesday, you get everything done (like a boss)
Then you finally get home, fall asleep your bed, and never want to leave it
But then in the morning, your dad asks if you want to watch Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade like old times
Finally you decide to get up and help your mom cook dinner
And when she can’t decide if she wants to bake a pumpkin pie or pecan pie
As expected, all your relatives come over and ask those typical questions:
“What are you studying?”
“What are you planning to do after?”
“Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend?”
But finally you get to sit down to eat
Until that snarky cousin asks you to pass the mashed potatoes and thanks you as they proceed to eat the rest of them
Then you get to enjoy that lovely food coma after dinner
Until your mom suggests waking up at 4am for Black Friday shopping
Then you find yourself being woken up and forced to go with her anyways, even though you had way too much wine to deal with screaming shoppers at this hour
Things get better (read: worse) when you run into an old high school friend at said Black Friday shopping
Then they ask to hang out
But then you realize they can give you the inside scoop on that girl that just got engaged
After y’all hang out
Finally, it’s time to get back to the Forty Acres. You’ve missed it, and it has missed you.