Here’s the tea sis…

Going home for Thanksgiving break is a confusing time for a lot of college students, me especially. I have come to love the city I go to school in and I dread going home so much that I try to not go home until I have to. For those of us that love our high school friends, coming home for break is probably a treat, but I hated everyone soooooo. Every year, I come home, I see fake smiles, I get invited to things that I know I’m not wanted at, and I eat way too much food.

The food part is alright, but everything else is just awkward and weird. It’s like, now that we all go our separate ways we are supposed to keep pretending to be friends when we are all back in the same place agian? I don’t think so.

The whole point of me going to school 600 miles away is that I wouldn’t have to see any of these people on a daily basis anymore, and you best believe that doesn’t change just because I am home for one week. AND PLEASE do not ask me what I am majoring in or how my classes are going. Because I will roll my eyes, flip you off, and walk away.

Rant over. Happy Thanksgiving.