I think your first spring break after college is almost as much of a rite of passage as attending your first spring break party binge. In school I waited for spring break like it was Christmas. Each year I made it a point to save my hard earned money so I could jaunt off on some crazy excursion. I trekked to California, Las Vegas, anyplace my car could get me that was a hot spot in more ways than one. My usually studious demeanor was constantly ripped away each year for my week of party freedom. Afterward I would return to school refreshed, and ready to close out the year.
This year around I flipped through the channels on my TV, watched Spring Break from Cabo and Florida, and other places inhabited by the youth of America and MTV camera crews. I wiped a fake tear from my eye and carried on with getting ready for work.
After working for a while, my short spring break this year is a trip 300 miles away for another job interview.
Each spring break was a new adventure, a new experience, but in the end it was the same party anywhere I went. At least this year, even though I’m nursing the Spring Break blues, I really will have a new experience; and maybe, if I’m lucky, I’ll have a new job too.