I realize there has been a severe lack of posts on here in the last week or so. That, my friends, is due entirely to that much-anticipated, stupendous event of the semester called Spring Break. Of course, I discovered that some of my professors need to reassess their understanding of the term break, since they do not seem to understand its meaning. Just in case some professor somewhere reads this, let me enlighten you:
(1): an abrupt, significant, or noteworthy change or interruption in a continuous process, trend, or surface (2): a respite from work, school, or duty <coffee break> <spring break> (3): relief from annoyance —often used to express exasperation or irritation in phrases like give me a break(4): a planned interruption in a radio or television program <abreak for the commercial>
To make it abundantly clear: no homework of any kind should ever be assigned over break, nor should any tests be scheduled for the week afterwards. Take note, professors of the world.
While I certainly adhered to the true meaning of the term Spring Break by doing no school work beyond making German flashcards, my linguistics professor assigned a 15-page group paper. How on earth were we supposed to work in a group over break? No one accomplished anything, naturally. It’s due on Wednesday and is now consuming my life.
Despite the residual stress from the aforementioned paper, two tests, and spare bits of reading homework, I thoroughly enjoyed my break.
We went skiing in Colorado, which was quite excellent. Having never skied out west before, I was duly impressed by the length and variety of the ski runs and the sheer volume of snow.
Over three days of skiing we visited Copper Mountain, Breckenridge, Arapahoe Basin, and Keystone.
Of those four, I liked Keystone best. Its blue runs were generally wide, rolling hills, and its black diamonds included the best stretches of perfectly spaced moguls we came across all week. Breckenridge was similar, but its four peaks and numerous ski lifts were a bit overwhelming. And the moguls weren’t as good. Copper Mountain was like Keystone and Breckenridge but with less quality slopes, and Arapahoe Basin was the odd slope out. It was highest in elevation, I think, and was the only place that had the majority of its runs above the tree line. Though the views were beautiful, it was a bit desolate and steep up there on top of the world. Skiing Keystone right after A-Basin was marvelous.
I will get back to posting recipes eventually here. Once we returned from skiing, I managed to fit in a bit of cooking in between social engagements and such. But for now I have to finish this linguistics paper.
So long, Spring Break.