On my First Day of Winter Break

As you, dear readers, have probably guessed, the subject of this post is that of the first day of my winter break from school. I am a second year college student who studies computer science and attempts to play flute in his spare time.

On to the topic at hand: My last final exams were yesterday, 10 December 2014, and so today was the first day of a month-or-so long break. The day today started at 8:30 this morning as I finally got around to packing for my journey home.  About an hour and a half later, one of my roommates and I crammed our bags and such into the back of his pickup truck and filed out onto the roads for three and a half hours of scenic highways.

Arriving home at close to 2:00, he and I unloaded my belongings and haphazardly piled it all up in the middle of the entryway to my family's home. After several minutes of reorganising and unpacking I found myself settled in to the aged house. Finding nothing better to do, I then watched several terrible movies and cruelly mocked their flaws in an attempt at humour.

Nothing really out of the ordinary happened today.  There was a taller-than-average man, slender, if you will, dressed in a black business suit and red tie gliding along the sidewalk at the local strip mall, but aside from him, there's nothing else noteworthy about my day today.