Spring Break
Spring break can mean something different for everyone. It can mean a break from that one really mean teacher for one person. For the next person it might mean you get to see your favorite aunt. For my brother, Dylan, it is a jump on gardening. For my other brother, Brandon, it is a time to be lazy and do whatever he wants, but my mom is still there to boss him around. For me, Spring break is a time where I can wake up earlier to annoy my family. A chance to run around like, nope, scratch that, BECAUSE I'm crazy and then rush in to build a Lego tower. This is what the lazy days are for. On the exciting days I go to town, come back home, play with my stepsister, then go back because my mom left the grocery list on the counter! This always happens, it is truly surprising that my mom remembers the Easter ham.
What is the point of all this? It often seems like time being pointlessly spent. These are my small activities, but the greatest ones are with family. My schedule went like this on Spring break. First we had a weekend of sitting on the couches, playing, and cleaning. Cleaning is a word you hear a lot around my family on Spring break.
On Monday we went shopping for my Grandma's birthday presents and meal. It was last minute, after all, Monday was my Grandma's birthday. We had strawberry shortcake, delicious, and some other mundane food. On Tuesday, we did housecleaning and messed around the rest of the day. On Wednesday, My mom, Dylan, and I went to see "Home" at the movie theaters. Thursday was a lazy day. On Friday, we worked, and cleaned and, guess what, played! Finally, the day before Easter was upon us. This was good and bad.
We only had two more days of Spring break! First we went shopping again. My mom and I got some ham, lettuce and all other required parts of Easter dinner. We were ready to get cooking. prepare fruits all fancifully, put them in the fridge. Cook some rice, check. Now we were ready for the day. We played basketball that day. We actually played b-ball about every other day on break.
It is upon us, is always my first thought on holidays. I woke up that Sunday and ran to the kitchen to look at what the "Easter Bunny" (my mom) gave us. First I dug through everyone else's baskets. Lastly, I took a peek into my own. Everyone got a roll of Hubba Bubba and a scooter, except Brandon. B got another football and sour patch kids. Dylan, Ella and myself got scooters. We got a family badminton set. Then we headed off to church after an hour or 2 of boredom. We went through the norm Easter stuff. Why it was real, the proof, yah, dee, yah, dee, yah. When we were about to leave, my grandma asked an odd question, though it was a generous question.
"Can we have Tim over for Easter dinner/lunch?"
Tim ended up being one of my grandma's friend's friend. He had no family or friends to go to on Easter. We had him over. We had a meal, talked and played a game of killer basketball. I was on a team with Tim and my grandma. We beat my mom, grandpa, Brandon and Ella. Tim and I had enough cuts and bruises that we might have had the whole family's worth of injuries. It was still a good day even though we nearly killed our guest.
What is the point of all this? It often seems like time being pointlessly spent. These are my small activities, but the greatest ones are with family. My schedule went like this on Spring break. First we had a weekend of sitting on the couches, playing, and cleaning. Cleaning is a word you hear a lot around my family on Spring break.
On Monday we went shopping for my Grandma's birthday presents and meal. It was last minute, after all, Monday was my Grandma's birthday. We had strawberry shortcake, delicious, and some other mundane food. On Tuesday, we did housecleaning and messed around the rest of the day. On Wednesday, My mom, Dylan, and I went to see "Home" at the movie theaters. Thursday was a lazy day. On Friday, we worked, and cleaned and, guess what, played! Finally, the day before Easter was upon us. This was good and bad.
We only had two more days of Spring break! First we went shopping again. My mom and I got some ham, lettuce and all other required parts of Easter dinner. We were ready to get cooking. prepare fruits all fancifully, put them in the fridge. Cook some rice, check. Now we were ready for the day. We played basketball that day. We actually played b-ball about every other day on break.
It is upon us, is always my first thought on holidays. I woke up that Sunday and ran to the kitchen to look at what the "Easter Bunny" (my mom) gave us. First I dug through everyone else's baskets. Lastly, I took a peek into my own. Everyone got a roll of Hubba Bubba and a scooter, except Brandon. B got another football and sour patch kids. Dylan, Ella and myself got scooters. We got a family badminton set. Then we headed off to church after an hour or 2 of boredom. We went through the norm Easter stuff. Why it was real, the proof, yah, dee, yah, dee, yah. When we were about to leave, my grandma asked an odd question, though it was a generous question.
"Can we have Tim over for Easter dinner/lunch?"
Tim ended up being one of my grandma's friend's friend. He had no family or friends to go to on Easter. We had him over. We had a meal, talked and played a game of killer basketball. I was on a team with Tim and my grandma. We beat my mom, grandpa, Brandon and Ella. Tim and I had enough cuts and bruises that we might have had the whole family's worth of injuries. It was still a good day even though we nearly killed our guest.
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