Thanksgiving break officially starts Friday, and I’m more than ready for it — even if mine won’t actually begin until Monday. While most students are packing up and heading home as soon as classes end, I’ll still be on campus for the weekend because of work. It’s not ideal, but I keep reminding myself that a few extra shifts now means more spending money later, especially with a busy week ahead.
My break
really kicks off Monday afternoon when I finally hit the road for Toledo.
Before I get there, though, I’m making a much-needed stop in Bowling Green to
get my nails done. It has become a little ritual to start every holiday break
with a fresh set, and after the past few weeks of exams and projects, the
timing couldn’t be better.
Tuesday
night is reserved for one of my favorite traditions: watching the “Dancing With
the Stars” finale at my best friend Claire’s house. We’ve been doing this for
years, and no matter how hectic life gets, we always find time to sit on her
couch, argue over who should win and judge each dance. It never fails to feel
like the real start of the holiday season.
On
Wednesday, I somehow managed to convince my mom to take the day off work so we
can spend it together. We don’t even have a set plan — just a full day of
hanging out, running errands, talking and enjoying the rare chance to slow
down. That night, I’ll meet up with all my friends from home, as everyone
trickles back into town. It’s the one night of the year when it feels like
nothing has changed, even though everything has.
Thursday,
of course, is Thanksgiving, which speaks for itself: food, family and a
well-deserved nap.
Friday
brings another tradition — a sleepover with my childhood friend group. We don’t
see each other as often anymore, but every Thanksgiving break we fall right
back into old habits like no time has passed. Then Saturday is reserved for
celebrating my friend Morgan’s 22nd birthday, which is sure to be the perfect
ending to a packed, but much-needed, break.
By the
time Sunday rolls around, I’ll probably be exhausted — but definitely grateful.
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