I wish I was going to a beach next week for vacation. I mean, the fact that my hand is the same color as the glass of milk that I’m currently drinking is a pretty clear sign that I could use some sun. Plus, who wouldn’t love to frolic in the sand and the ocean for a full week before coming back to the hellish horror of constant schoolwork? The thing is, I’ve never been on an actual spring break vacation. That is, I’ve never gone anywhere besides under my covers, and this year won’t be any different. Scratch that, I’ll be in a dentist’s chair having my wisdom teeth removed. Still, not that noteworthy.
I always get really jealous when I hear my friends are going somewhere exciting and tropical for spring break, like Myrtle Beach, Panama City, Cancun and God knows where in Europe. Before coming to college, I kind of always expected that I would have my own tropical spring break vacation and spend the week drinking and partying my little heart out. Spring break in college definitely has that kind of stigma, and I think everyone has at least partially bought into that at least some point in their lives. We’ve all seen the movies and television shows and heard the stories. I’ve seen the pictures on Facebook and Twitter. I know it’s a thing. The only problem is, I have these things called responsibilities now that sort of prevent me from taking off on a grand beach-hopping adventure.
Before anyone gets their panties in a twist, I’m not calling out the people who have or who are going on vacation next week and claiming they don’t have responsibilities. I would just like to shed some light on the reasons I think spring break is slightly overrated. First and foremost, your bank account is one hundred percent guaranteed to be pretty pathetic by the end of the week. Now, I can only speak for myself here, but money gets pretty tight considering I’m a full-time student and can only sacrifice around 15 hours a week to work a part-time job. 15 hours a week at eight bucks an hour, minus all those stupid federal taxes, leaves me with a little over $200 each paycheck, which doesn’t exactly buy you a plane ticket to Mexico, let alone a nice pair of boots to tackle the Cleveland weather with. Furthermore, I’m on my way to becoming an actual adult (shocking), and I’ve got a neat little stack of bills to take into account.
Thank God for parents, right? Right. My parents are angels sent from heaven when it comes to helping me out with my expenses and what not, and I have to admit that I’ve become slightly spoiled with having them to lend from, at least for now. What a rude awakening the real adult-world will be. Anyways, my point is, parents can be pretty swell with lending money. However, one must learn financial responsibility at some point, and when it comes to jetting across the country for vacation, my parents see this as more of a luxury than a necessity. I don’t blame them, either. So, it’s a bit difficult to fund such a vacation on nothing but your own hard-earned cash, thus putting up another roadblock to an awesome spring break.
Finally, as I mentioned before, there’s this pesky little thing called work. I’m no big shot or anything, just a measly sales associate at a little card store called Papyrus in the mall. However, I like to think I’m still important to the success of the store. We’ve got a pretty small team at Papyrus, and with it comes the vulnerability to the domino effect. What I mean is that all it takes is one unreliable employee, and the whole store is affected. I know that even though my contribution is small, it is still significant because my managers rely on me to show up and do my job. Considering that I have a variety of other obligations each week, they’ve been very gracious in giving me sufficient time off to focus my energy on other things. That being said, it is still important for me to consider how my absence may affect the success of the store and whether it will be a significant burden on my fellow employees. In other people’s cases, it may not have much of an effect, but in my case, it most certainly does.
So, that’s that. Now everyone who reads this column knows my opinion on spring break. I will repeat that I’m not ripping on those of you who will be chilling on a beach or getting hammered in a bar next week. I’m just sort of saluting those who, like me, just aren’t able to participate in the whole thing. For those who would like to join me, I will be peacefully enjoying my break at my house, minus my wisdom teeth, perhaps doing any or all of the things mentioned in this week’s “Top 10” list. My door’s always open.