Life at BYU: holiday.
There are two holidays during the winter semester at BYU. Two days off—two freebees. That’s all. After the second holiday, it’s endless work until the nicer days come. And then you work some more—because finals week is always happens to fall on the nicest week of semester. That’s why you’ve got to live it up on your holidays. If you don’t make them worth it, your life’s not going to be worth it. From here on out it’s forty strait days until the last day of classes. That’s why holidays are priceless. They must be treated for what they are: golden opportunities waiting to blossom under your direction. I spent my holiday locked in a cozy log cabin, relishing in my comforts and watching the world raging outside through a frost-painted window. Oh, the contentment! It is a wonderful thing to see a place you don’t want to be and to not have to be there! But the problem with that wonderful feeling is that inevitably you've got to go to the places you don’t want to be. I came back to BYU to live the life of a conscientious student: responsible, hardworking, and intelligent (ha! I tricked you all!). But I only have forty more days. Forty days, and then the holiday comes again...
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