Spring Break...Is it really a break at all?

Let us think about this for a moment. Spring Break. Doesn't that imply that there should be some sort of a break in there? Never has spring break been break-ful for me, save the breaking of my heart. It's always either spending that time to work as much as possible (getting paid or on homework or on random stuff that has to be accomplished) or going to visit family (which is nice when it's my side of the family, but no matter what is stressful). What is there to say? This was the year of going to TX for Spring Break. Perhaps the last year that Chris' family and my family will live in the same place. It is perhaps the last time I'll have ever seen the house I spent years abiding in. I was able to spend a lot of time with my annoying dog and helping my Mom with some stuff, which was really nice. We went to Six Flags one day which ended up being a total waste of money and time, but at least the weather was nice and hot. Then again, you could look at it as: Christopher only ate one dinner with my family while I had to eat three of them with his family...I got the silent treatment twice...and, oh yeah, I was in a screaming/yelling match for the first time in my life. I can honestly never remember a time when I've ever actually yelled at someone. The good news: no swear words passed my lips during that time. Oh well... Ya gotta take the bad right along with the good, right? Asi es la vida