Best: Spring Break means no school. It means going home, sleeping, eating Mexican food, baking without gluten, finishing that monstrosity of a book that's been taunting you many a homework filled night, watching rented movies, taking a Dallas day, eating Mexican food, sprawling on the couch and letting Food Network roll, road-tripping to Waco, buying sunglasses in Corsicana because you forgot to wear yours, doing distinctively Baylor things like taking pictures with Judge Baylor and tortilla tossing and eating Kitok's, watching one of your very best friends dance the night away at Drill Team Showcase, meeting your high-school friends' college friends at Andy's, trying on poufy white dress after poufy white dress, eating Mexican food twice in one day, meeting Phil Wickham, and eating frozen yogurt.
Worst: Spring Break means returning to homework, quizzes, and due dates. It means a little mockery of the summer that will still take 5 grueling weeks to arrive. And, the flight attendant didn't even give me the whole can of Diet Dr. Pepper. Chintzy airlines.
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