Despite the fact my knees look extra fleshy in the above photo, that picture is everything that was lovely about my spring break. Reading, basketball socks, and sunshine.
However, I know that summative picture is not enough to quench your what did Regan do during spring break? thirst, and so I present to you a list of my many and varied accomplishments last week:
:: I ate whole cartons of strawberries in single porch-reading sessions.
:: I drove to the grocery store multiple times to buy single items, because I had time.
:: I went to the gym (sometimes twice a day) and listened to delightful audiobooks whilst on the stairmaster. I thought it was time to supplement my workouts with something other than Kanye West's Blackskin.
:: I finished five books: Is Everyone Hanging out Without Me?, I am the Messenger, Galveston, The Handmaid's Tale, and Warriors Don't Cry. These were not the books I should have read for educational purposes, which made them all the more delightful.
:: I played a lot of basketball. We held open gym over the break and a total of two coaches (me and one other) and two athletes showed up. So we indulged in two-on-two.
:: I seriously considered getting my car washed and detailed, and then didn't. I mention it because the mental preparation required for a car wash extravaganza is enough to warrant recognition.
:: I graded a handful of papers and then decided that it was my moral obligation to mentally recover, and stopped doing all things teacherly. (And, dramatically enough, I started to taste bile every time I thought about grading, which was warning enough for me).
:: I made our bed everyday.
:: I kept our house immaculate, and then sighed theatrically in delight at its cleanliness.
:: I went to the nearby park and swung by myself, solidifying my neighbors' fears that they live amongst a pedophile. [I'm not, guys. I just like to swing and don't think that should be taken off the table simply because I'm 23].
I hope my unabashed declaration of accomplishments didn't make you feel inadequate. Not everyone can eat strawberries and look pedophilac- it's my special gift. I'm sure you have one, too.