I Miss Isla Vista! Thoughts on Winter Break

I Miss Isla Vista! Thoughts on Winter Break

Ali Cutler:

Take note that when one is in Isla Vista, life is simple. Go to class, come home to eat, smoke a joint to expand the mind, drink two days of the week away to push away the creeping thoughts of nearing adulthood away. The careful beauty of the beach mixed with a sundry of the most attractive people ever born makes Isla Vista a dream location for all the skeeze-meisters in the world. However, the simplicity and wonder of life is slowly pressed to a new low when heading home for the holidays.

The prospect of home after many moons away from it seems promising. A couple of weeks laying about the house in nothing but lounge wear watching The Lord of the Rings trilogy all but fourteen times and basking in the paid-for dinners from the parents. Sounds like a good time of rest—a three week long Shabbat, if you will. Yet, the countdown begins at about five days into your gloriousness that is winter break.

Suddenly, you become bored of lying on the couch and watching movies and eating to your heart’s content. You crave the beach, purple and pink sunsets silhouetting the sparkling oil rigs, beautiful people at every turn. Mom and Dad begin to ask you to do the dishes, then wash the sheets, and take the dogs on a lengthy walk. Then they begin to forget all the achievements of the year, and your notable maturity, and start to notice all your flaws. They constantly remind you what you are not good enough at, what keeps you from achieving all the things that they want for you. Suddenly, you do not look as appealing as you once did. You have transformed into a big pile of what not to do. What happens at this five day marker is the slow loss of independence, and with it, the degradation of one’s dignity.

What do you do when this dilapidation of integrity begins to bring your morale to a new low which you haven’t experienced since last break? In plain English, you need to leave the house whenever possible. Say that you are going to a friend’s house and her boyfriend just broke up with her so she is in a fragile state, or you are looking for potential jobs, or you need to go to a quiet place to set career goals. Any way you can temporarily flee the house is the soundest way to protecting your carefully cultivated independence and keep you from a return to infantile land where your parent’s are king, queen, duke and jesters.

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