Ah Spring Break: the week every college student eagerly awaits. According to MTV, I am supposed to be spending these seven days sprawled on a beach, sipping fruit drinks out of hollow coconuts and basking in the tropical sun. My brain should get no exercise whatsoever, unless you count reading Cosmopolitan and Us Weekly.
Unfortunately — or maybe fortunately — my life is not a television show. And so, instead of spending my break on a pristine beach somewhere, I’ve spent it here in Madera, where the weather has been cold with a side of gloomy. So much for fun in the sun.
At the beginning of this week, I had only one plan: To spend as much time with my friends as possible. Since college has taken most of us to opposite ends of the state, breaks are the only time we spend together anymore. Sure, we still keep in touch via Facebook and text messaging, but nothing ever comes close to replacing the sense of warmth and wholeness I feel when we are all gathered in one place. Each time we’re finally reunited, it’s practically a competition to see who can get all of her news, funny stories, and updates out first. This time was no exception.
In between spending time with some of my favorite people on the planet, I found time to watch “The Hunger Games.” For those of you who have spent the last several days living under a rock, the movie is based on a trilogy of books that follow 16-year-old Katniss Everdeen as she is forced to compete in a televised battle in which only one out of 24 teenagers can survive. (It’s sort of like reality TV, if all television producers completely lost their minds.) ...