Perfect '10- Cristine

So going home is usually one of those things I look forward to — a nice time to relax, no stress and hanging out with my family. I thought going home for spring break would be great. I figured I’d be so happy to see my high school friends, so busy with catching up on reading and shopping, that I wouldn’t even think about College Station. Yeah, that lasted for all of the first two hours I went home. Then I realized how much I missed my best friends, my dewy-smelling dorm room and being woken up by the Corps yelling outside my window at ridiculous hours of the night. But mostly I missed my friends. The way I see it, being in college is like being on vacation with all of your friends, for an extended period of time. Your dorm/apartment/house is like your hotel. You go out to eat together, you try not to be in your room very much and you walk everywhere. And of course you have those friends that you hang out with all the time on your vacation. For me, it’s the first friend I made in my communication class, who ended up being in my Freshmen Leadership Organization and is now in my Fish Camp. Needless to say, we are best friends now. But like I said, you see these people all the time, so going from seeing your friend three times a day to none for a week? That’s rough. So that part of spring break I didn’t like so much, but the relaxing and doing nothing? That was great. I was still anxious to get back, though. That was until yesterday at 4:30 p.m., approximately one hour after I pulled into Lot 55, when I remembered why I had wanted a break so bad one week prior. Oh well, only like, what…three weeks until Easter?