- Quinnipiac men’s basketball drops home opener to Hartford, 68-54
- BREAKING: Finance chair Thomas Coe confronted by anti-child abuse activist, on leave from the university
- An Election Reflection
- Nation to Campus: Subjectivity and the Constitution
- Wasteful ways
- Students struggles at the polls
- So long, Rick Grimes?
- Will Part Time get the recognition they deserve?
- ‘Lotta ties, lotta ties’
- Crossing the line
New Hampshire: Just the break I needed
While some of my friends soaked up UV rays by the pool with a beer in Punta Cana or an extravagant resort, I was at my home in New Hampshire, the coldest, where-the-heck-am-I, did-I-just-see-a-moose state in America. But the funny thing is I actually enjoyed it.
Let’s see … after stepping through an ice marsh to reach the course (yeah, it snowed the first night I got back), I hit a golf ball for the first time this year. That was awesome, even though dirt from the wet soil flew into my eye and splattered all over my clothes whenever I caught a little bit too much turf under the ball with my 9-iron. But hey, my ice marsh photo was the best thing I had to upload to Facebook compared to my friends’ beach photos.
For the students like me who didn’t have the privilege of going someplace nice for spring break, I too pledged that I would try to get some schoolwork done. But did that actually happen? Not a chance. OK, maybe a little, but one wise person once quoted Judge Smails from Caddyshack for me (bear in mind, I’m a journalism student): “There are more important things than grades, Danny.”
So I listened, and focused on finding a career and a place to live after I graduate in May.
Whether I secured a job or found my next home is irrelevant. Taking those two searches seriously – just a couple months earlier than most students – might make the difference between having a miserable first year after college and having a great experience. Employers might recognize your passion. More apartments might be available. For the seniors who have no idea what lies ahead in their near future, it’s still not too late to start looking.
I’ll never know what my spring break could have been like if I had ponied up the dough to visit an island or two in the Bahamas, but I do know this: I feel a lot less stressed than most seniors who returned to a harsh reality.