I miss a lot of things about being in college. I miss going to class (which, let's be honest, looking back I probably could have been a little better at), learning new things, intellectual discussions, sleeping in, staying up late, and above all I miss the excuse to go on vacations with my friends. So, I feel I need to give a thanks to all of my past Spring Breaks. Oh, how I loved you so. Each and every one of you in college, from New York City, to northern Michigan, to the crowded Florida beaches. All of you were unique in your own ways. And, every once in a while, I find myself dreaming of becoming a teacher just so I can experience you once more.
But, then I quickly remember that I live on a beach in California and am so very lucky to be having all my teacher friends flying to my house to spend their coveted week off of work.
Jenna came this past week and I have to say, I forgot all about my own work and pretended I was on my very own Spring Break. We spent a couple of days at the beach, got pedicures, did not set our morning alarm, and enjoyed every second!
Jenna flew home this morning, and I snapped back into reality. Hummphh. We did spend our last night on a nice beach walk... thank you sweet husband for taking some pics of us.
Does she not look like a music and art teacher? I mean look at that face...