So I decided to go unplugged over spring break and leave the ThinkPad at home. (You know you’re MSB when…) Which meant no blogging. Sorry about that—but here’s another installment of Senior Citizenship to keep you sated. I may well post again later in the week, if I’m feeling frisky, so check back or add me to your RSS feed (if you can even do that; I don’t really get “technology”).

Spring break was glorious and sun-drenched—I ran up on Southern California and did California things. I knew it would be a dece week when I got pulled over in my rented Altima literally an hour after getting in. (I somehow neglected to turn my headlights on, even though it was like eleven at night. But in the great Ben Foster tradition I talked my way out of the situation. Word life.) My trip was comic at times, tragic at others – much like life is – and was ended spectacularly with a free ride back from Dulles at 12:30am. (Big shout-out to Sam and her friends from Catholic.)

How was your break? Did you do awesome shooters with your awesome friends? Or maybe you went home. I remember when I used to do that. I also remember that I used to eat dirt. Freshman year was a strange time in my life. Regardless of how you spent spring break, I hope you are well-rested for the coming months. I’m not, but that’s fine — I can sleep in my MSB classes.

College is widely mythologized in pop culture. That retarded song “I Love College” pretty much illustrates what everyone not in college thinks it’s like. And is there anything more stereotypically “college” than spring break?

Yeah, brah, let’s “chill” at the “pad” and “crush beers.” Flight to South Padre in the morning, but no worries, we’ll “rage straight through” till dawn. Then we “frat hard” on the beach like all the TIME. We’ll get so “stupid” we’ll forget each other’s names. And there will be mad “brohamas”… maybe you won’t be such a pussy and actually “talk to them.”

Because talking to girls is a crucial skill to have! In my time here, it seems that, every year, a couple good bros are willing to go the distance and spend their breaks at Cabo or Cozumel, or even Daytona. But, by and large, we Georgetowners are pretty tame on the party front, and that’s reflected in our choice of spring break destinations.

In all seriousness, however you spent your break, I hope it was a good one. We do tend to push ourselves pretty hard, and those nine days off are a godsend. Speaking of godsends… sixty-five degrees by Wednesday? I’ll have office hours on Booey’s patio, if you need some face time. Seriously, that’s probably where I’ll be—either there or Healy Lawn. Look for me—I’ll be grinning like an idiot, loving every minute of it. I love college!