Birthdays
I … have a gripe. And like many other gripes that I have, this one is fairly self-centered and obnoxious. But it’s a gripe nonetheless. So here it is: It is so, so obnoxious that my birthday always falls in the middle of spring break.
Oh, I’m ready for spring break. It feels like I’ve been ready for it ever since the first day back from Agora Days. But having my birthday in the middle of spring break is really awful for a number of reasons:
At least half of my friends are always out of town. If I want to plan a get-together, so many people can’t come that it just doesn’t seem to be worth it.
I never get my locker decorated. Yes, I know this is whiney and babyish of me. But since this is my blog entry, I get whining-rights. I’ve decided.
… I can’t really think of a third reason.
So there you have it. My gripe about my birthday always being in the middle of spring break. This year, I’m probably going to have a party the weekend after school starts again, when everyone gets back from all the exciting places they’re going.
But on the bright side, I’ll be well-rested and unstressed on my birthday, which is actually quite nice. I don’t plan on getting up before noon on Thursday, 3/22, thank you very much.
— Michelle Gao