It’s that time of the year where we are fed up with this semester and just about everyone involved. Finally, we are able to take the first break of the semester and go home for a week for Thanksgiving. Here are the times Shameless has completely understood our thoughts of the last weeks leading up to the break we have been needing.
We’ve been cooped up in dorms, apartments and houses with the same people for 3 consecutive months. Even if they are your best friends, everyone needs space. It’s at the point where lashing out on each other happens over the silliest of things. It’s time to take a week away from seeing each other every single waking hour.
The absolute best part of this break will be a home cooked Thanksgiving dinner. I don’t know how much more Which Which, Burger King, and gross dining hall food I can eat. I respect the dining hall staff for trying to provide us with the most home-y meals, but god do I need a meal that doesn’t taste like burnt plastic and that I can actually cut through.
Say no more.
It’s Thursday morning post “Wine Wednesday” for the 15th consecutive time this semester and you’re lying in bed contemplating if the wine hangover is something you can get through to go to class or not. You used to be able to push through and make it, but the loss of motivation of this semester is equivalent to the size of the Franzia bag that you slapped last night.
Those clicker questions. Yeah, we need a break from those too.
It’s fine, I’m fine, everything’s fine. If that wasn’t the motto leading up to this break, then I don’t know what was. This is all of us telling ourselves that we can somehow push through the next week, exams, and the last football game to soon be in the comfort of our own homes.
Oh, but how could we forget about all the cover ups we are going to have to generate before seeing our family for the first time in months about how school is going. They might see through all the talk, but every year the excuses will be made and we will have to back ourselves up again.