Just six more weeks, people, seven including finals week. That’s 30 more days of classes until the end of the semester. This is my random observation for the day.

After spending the past week sleepingin past noon and living off of whatever was on top of the freezer, the thought of the remaining 30 days of class overwhelms me. This is the cruel side effect of Spring Break. Spring Break is intended to give students and faculty a relief from the daily grind of classes, papers and tests. The logic for the break is pretty sound: give everyone a break and they will return refreshed and poised to work through the final weeks of the semester.

For those like me, spring break did not refresh me. Instead, I spent the majority of my break sealed up in my house working on English papers that I would otherwise have to give up a night of sleep for or part of one of my weekends to complete.

While I did get some of my homework done, I didn’t get much else accomplished.

I was hoping to do something fun over Spring Break, such as squeeze in a round of golf. The cold weather in the Chicago area for most of the week squashed those plans.

That’s not to say break was all bad. Waking up to the news at noon, rolling over and going back to sleep for another hour is always satisfying. I also got to get reacquainted with my old friend, television. Spring Break made me realize how much I missed my three episodes of “The Simpsons” each day.

I hope everyone had a more exciting Spring Break than I did, but sadly it’s over and we have to return to the daily grind.

Spring Break is just a big tease. It gives you a taste of freedom for a week. It’s just long enough to throw your daily routine out of whack.

After seven days of freedom, everyone is bound to six more weeks of work with no relief in between. There is no three-day weekends between now and the end of class, just six solid weeks of work and then the ever dreaded finals week.

I’m probably in the minority of those that would trade a full week off for five shortened weeks. I would rather have things in moderation than one large lump sum.

All my complaints about when and how I get time off are mute. I cannot change the fact that we are in the homestretch of the semester. For the underclassmen that are looking forward to the freedom the summer brings, the end of the semester can’t come soon enough. For some of the upperclassmen that have the go out into the “real world,” the end of the semester is approaching too soon.

I find myself somewhere in the middle. The prospect of forgetting about classes for three months hasn’t sounded better since high school. On the other hand, I wish the semester wasn’t so close to its end so I could have more time to get all my classwork done.

Complaining won’t do anybody any good now. It’s time to get to work and wrap up another semester.