My spring breaks have been largely uneventful. Typically, I go home and vegetate for a week, only leaving my house to make trips to Chick-Fil-A and take my dog on a walk.
My sophomore year, I went to NYC with a friend for a few days, where I promptly got the flu two days into the trip. Determined as I was to fend off my sickness by sheer force of will, I felt like Death by the time I was flying home to Alabama.
My flight was delayed, and delayed again, and delayed again. By the time I finally landed in Detroit to make my connecting flight, I thought my plane was already boarding. I ran through the airport screeching and sweating, until I finally got to my gate. Then I realized that that flight had been delayed another two hours.
In one of the lower moments of my life, I promptly fell asleep on the floor of the airport. Part of me thinks that I'm still in that airport, I waited so long. Waiting forever.
Which is also what I'll be doing this spring break, only outside the Smith Center, where I'll be waiting to get into the Duke game. Check out the date for that game, as well as for the rest of basketball season, here.