Ode to Free Time

Why do you never come when I want you?

Of course the only free time I get is the Sunday before school starts, or "Syllabus Eve" as it is more commonly known on campus.  All my residents have moved back in, I have said my hellos and had multiple conversations that went just like this,

"Hey!"
"Hey"
"How was break?"
"Good, how was yours?"
"Good..."

My winter break has been summed up with one word... good.  My winter break was awesome!  I went to Disney World and had a really fun time.  However, I do not want to prattle on all day about how fabulous my break was.  Mainly because I know that my residents do not really care.  It's an obligation to ask about break.  Nobody really cares, however it is the polite thing to do.

Anyway, after having riveting talks with passersby, I got the chance to sit back, relax, and do nothing.  What I realized is just how much I hate doing nothing.  Normally I love it!  There were times in which I could do nothing for an entire day.  This night is not one of those days.  I'm sitting at my desk thinking if I should just go to sleep because I am so bored, but then I realize it is only 8:20pm and I am not 60 years old.

I miss the free time that would come when I wanted it.  After a long day of classes and meetings, nothing felt better than coming back to my room and doing absolutely nothing.  Now, I find myself longing for something to do.  My room is all neat and clean, my books are ready for tomorrow, and my calendar is updated for the entire semester.

This shouldn't be something I complain about.  Most people scuttle around searching for extra seconds within a day.  I should be thankful for these next few hours before it is socially acceptable to go to sleep, however I know I will just be spending the time twiddling my thumbs hoping that someone gets locked out of their room.