Over the past couple of days I've slowly come to the realization that class does, in fact, start on Tuesday and that I've done little to prepare as such, outside of buying books (which I actually just finished doing mere minutes ago).

If I was asked to rate this break, I'd probably make some sort of snorting noise and counter-ask what sort of fool rates breaks. Really. If I was asked to talk about how I felt about this recent break, I'd probably understate it and say "it was pretty okay."

This break was interesting, really. I read voraciously — something I always mean to do, but never take the time — and I worked much less than I could have so that I might have time to enjoy myself. In those respects, it was unlike any other break I've had since starting university, and consequently, where I was once burned-out, I'm refreshed and ready for classes to kick back into gear.