Coming back to school after Thanksgiving break is always bit of a shocker.
I like to refer to it as Rehab.
Whilst I was away at my Grandparents I was given top treatment and waited on hand and foot.
"Please Grandma nooo don't give me another piece of cake. Grandma seriously please quit making my bed. Grandpa don't cook me another gourmet breakfast, please don'tttt."
At least that's how I remember it anyways. Maybe it was a little different.
Then I come back to school, and I open my fridge and I see moldy cheese.
That's it, just moldy cheese.
Then I remember how amazing last week was. Now everyday I'm fighting the want of chocolate eating and pancake indulging, but who am I kidding. I'm not at Grandma and Grandpa's anymore. Rehab.
No more goodness to eat, the last few weeks of school are purely survival mode. You don't want to buy a lot of food, because you will be leaving soon.
So here's to the next few week's of starvation, packing, test taking, and lonesome traveling endeavors.
Stay tuned for my next post "Sledding: Rexburg Edition"