You’re 20 years old. You’ve got a passable fake ID. You’ve been saving up for a couple months, picking up shifts here and there at your part-time job. The arrangements are set and your liver has been girded. The minute class lets out on Friday, the responsible sector of your brain shuts down and you meet up with friends and hit the road for whatever overcrowded, insane destination you’ve chosen. Spring Break will last forever, and you don’t care what comes after.
Now you’re in the real world. The biggest advantage of Spring Break is that you don’t have to worry about school zones on your morning commute for one blissful week.