After a two long weeks of break, we finally came back to school. My sister kept reminding me a few days before "two more days", "one more day!". It was really starting to make me cry. For the week and a half I was on break for, I had so fun. Although I really didn't do anything special, it was fun for me to relax and chill for a bit. But when the last 3 days came, it was pure hell for me. Just thinking that I would have to go back to school really hurt. I don't really mind going too school and stuff, its just waking up that would be the problem. Not going to lie, I was living like a bat during spring break. I would go to bed around 6-7 in the morning, then wake up around 3-4 in the afternoon, then repeat. It was out of control. So the last couple of days I focused a lot on getting everything back in place. But when Monday morning came, I woke up and I felt terrible. I didn't really want to go to school, but I told myself "the faster I go the faster I get it over with". Spring break was really relaxing for me and I now think I can push myself through the next few months of waking up early.