25 Days of ‘til Christmas at Marist
After Thanksgiving break, we have exactly 25 days until Christmas! You know you’re a Marist student and the holiday season is upon us when your thought process resembles the following during the last stretch of school before Christmas:
December 1st: Okay. I can do this. Just a few more weeks of classes, then winter break. I’ll survive. Look! They’re lighting the tree in front of the Chapel. Marist at Christmastime is the best.
December 2nd: Ugh those sweet potatoes my dad made on Thanksgiving were ON POINT. And that pecan pie was just…no words. NO WORDS. I definitely gained 17 pounds that day, but I’m over it. I walked to class in the Fontaine Annex this morning so I worked it off. Oh awks. Class is over and I only thought about food….
December 3rd: YES! Women’s basketball game tonight! How do they deal with not going home for Thanksgiving? Like, are they not aware of the food situation? That’s enough of a reason for me to never play a D1 sport…
December 4th: Men’s basketball game! I really wanna go. I should probably start studying for finals, but…school spirit is just as important, right? I can totally start tomorrow.
December 5th: Now would be a really fantastic time to make those study guides…but it’s Friday. I worked hard this week! What’s one more day of procrastinating, right?
December 6th: Ok. No distractions. It’s a nice, lazy Saturday…perfect for studying. OMG WAIT. IT’S SNOWING! GUYS LET’S GO SLEDDING AND MAKE HOT CHOCOLATE YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE RIGHT?
December 7th: Guys…I’m brilliant…let’s do Secret Santa with our house!
December 8th: Well obviously I need to spend today shopping…this task will require all of my focus and concentration. I’m going to give the best gifts ever this year.
December 9th: Actually, I don’t think the color of this sweater is gonna work for my roommate. Back to the mall!
December 10th: It’s giving tree season! I want to put a lot of thought into gifts for families in need this year. What to get, what to get…
December 11th: I can’t wait to put my gifts under the giving tree. I hope the kids enjoy them! This is my favorite part of Christmas at Marist.
December 12: Oh okay cool, my first final is in two days…what have I been doing for the past two weeks…. CUE SELF-INDUCED PANICK ATTACK
December 13th: Okay. Saturday. Time to power through. I’m just gonna sit down and study for the next 9 hours straight, then I’ll definitely be ready for Monday’s final. WAIT. PAUSE. The RA is having a gingerbread house-making contest?!?! I guess I can study later….this professor loves me anyway. Ok going to Rite-Aid. My gingerbread house better win. I will not accept anything but a victory. Go hard or go home and study.
December 14th: Finals. Start. Tomorrow. No. Sleep. Til. Sunrise. Must. Get. An A. Dean’s. List. Awaits. Here. We. Go.
December 15th: Coffee: check. Sweatpants: check. #2 pencil: check. Ok. Let’s rock this.
December 16th: I know I should be focusing on finals, and I’m working really hard….but I’m starting to get incredibly sad about leaving Marist for 5 weeks. WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITHOUT MY BEST FRIENDS AND THE STARBUCKS IN HANCOCK? 5 WEEKS? HOW IS SURVIVAL EXPECTED OF ME?!
December 17th: Ok. Need to power through these last few finals. Just a few more days until my long awaited reunion with my dog.
December 18th: We leave tomorrow? Should I start packing? Nah. That’s so far away (denial is in full swing at this point).
December 19th: YES. LAST FINAL DONE. LET FREEDOM RING. THIS MUST BE WHAT THE COLONISTS FELT LIKE AFTER THE BOSTON TEA PARTY. THIS IS INDEPENDENCE DAY. I CONQUERED YOU, FINALS…..wait my train is in an hour? Funny joke I refuse to get on it. Not going home. Nope. Can’t make me.
December 20th: *phone has not left face in 24 straight hours. Constant communication with friends at Marist is consuming every waking moment.*
December 21st: I love being home. This is the best. Friends, family, food, my dog…nothing could make me change my mind.
December 22nd: Ok I think I’m done with winter break. Is it time for spring semester?
December 23rd: SOS I MISS MY MARIST FRIENDS I REFUSE TO GO ON WITHOUT THEM.
December 24th: I love Christmas Eve. I wish my tree were as cool as the one at Marist….I wonder how much I would have to pay President Murray to let me chop it down and bring it home with me? I don’t think that’s unreasonable…
December 25th: MERRY CHRISTMAS! I got everything I wanted! Marist sweatpants, sweatshirt, t-shirt, coffee mug, ornament, lanyard…my family knows me so well. Impressive. So can I go back yet?