My spring break started with a snowstorm and a delay just long enough to break your heart.
I fumbled around the terminal, chatting with people from my classes who were trying to escape Madison early. I saw a beacon of hope in the newsstand and purchased this month's Cosmopolitan magazine. The glossy book provided me with hours of hilarious yet awkward entertainment. (Awkward moment 1 of 2500, my mother reading the \Sex Treats for Him"" section out loud while I was trying to go to sleep). Despite the blushing cheeks and belly laughs the magazine provided, it also gave the kick in the pants I needed to get through these final weeks of class.
Sitting in the snowed-in airport, I flipped to the quiz. I expected something frivolous, like ""What does the way you hold your pencil say about you?"" or ""Do your dangly earrings make him swoon?"" Instead, I turned to page 188 and was confronted with a quiz entitled ""How Much Fun Are You?"" I laughed at the thought of it. Does Cosmo know who they are dealing with? I invented fun! I make my own word-finds on the weekends for crying out loud! This quiz would be a cinch.
Upon completing the 10 questions, I turned the page expecting to bask in the glory of being the ""Full Throttle Fun Seeker"" Cosmo described. I only needed 15 out of 20 points. But after adding it up, I was shocked and amazed at the findings. I scored four frickin' points. My fun readings were hardly a blip on the radar. Cosmo described my personality as a ""Stick-in-the-Mud Dud.""
I scanned through my answers to see what went wrong, but it was a whole mess of problems. I don't take risks and I go to bed early. But that can't be all there is to fun right? I might not be popular or cool, but I could have sworn I had fun under my belt. Perhaps hours of Uno and making my own stationery aren't as exciting as I thought.
It looks like now is just as good a time as any to get myself into high gear. Spring break was the kickoff to six weeks of constantly increasing excitement. With school ending and huge blowouts like Mifflin and Arbor Day within our sites, these six weeks are going to be packed with fun.
In just a few days, we will be able to get outside and play volleyball or bocce, or at the very least pass out on the grass without getting snowed on. Ice cream cones will tie sunglasses for the hot, must-have accessory and baby birds will be crapping on picnic baskets before you can say, ""Let's eat in."" Yes, spring is coming and fun and thrills will ride on its coattails.
I understand that four points is a really crappy fun score. But despite what Cosmo says, it doesn't mean that I am uncool, not awesome or dare I say it, a bore. Scoring a four just means I am cold and tired of four weeks of midterms, sick of wearing shoes and socks when I should be wearing flip-flops and disgusted with fields and fields of brown grass.
No, I'm super fun-it's Wisconsin weather that's a stick in the mud.
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