Like David, I used spring break as a time for reflection. It is very interesting where the mind goes when it is not bombarded by the obligations of school. Instead of constantly trying to keep up with my work, I had time to simply do whatever materialized in my idle mind. What emerged on the cognitive surface, I have to admit, surprised me. As a teenager, my days usually consisted of arguing with my mom and skating. School was obsolete. Who needs academics when there are cement waves to ride and goggling teenybopper babes to impress? My dresser was filled with the customary garb. I had skate shirts galore, tight, black jeans, and my Emerica skate shoes. Andrew Reynolds was my hero at the time. My taste in music conformed to the non-conforming punk of the day. Anti-Flag, Rancid, and whatever else was popular provided sustenance for my angst-ridden soul. With earphones in and music turned all the way up, I would ride around town without a single care. All that really mattered was maintaining some semblance of political radicalism, but now, as a busy college student bustling around, the list of cares and concerns has tripled in size. Spring break was a nostalgic break. I couldn’t shake thoughts of my pubescent past. I dedicated all of my Pandora radio stations to punk and stole my roommate’s skateboard. The Moscow Skate Park is located right next to the high school. This provides the perfect opportunity for me to re-experience the tempestuous years of adolescence. Seeing those little kids ride around is like living in a flash back. It feels good. It’s what I need. My quarter life crisis deserves a little attention.
Yeah, spring break was pretty nostalgic for me too. I did a lot of just being relaxed and remembering what it was like before I graduated high school and went to college... where my agenda like quadrupled.
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