Happy belated Easter! What did your baskets hold? Eggs? Chocolate? Socks? A pony perhaps?

Easter has flown by. Here is what Monday, the 1st of April 2013 looked like in my father’s neck of the woods. Ice, ice, baby.

Saturday night it was finally our turn to partake in Daylight Saving Time. We have lost an hour, but for someone who has trouble dealing with those long, dark Winter Months, the loss of that hour means to gain EVERYTHING. Forget the snow, forget the cold — Light is where it’s at.

Guess what I am doing on Saturday! I’ll give you one clue: I am not going to a luxurious beach resort. I am also not going to be in bed, making up for a week of sleep deprivation. Give up? Okay. Saturday, I am going to school. Let’s all pick our jaws up off the floor. The school has offered to do a faux exam-like test, so we, the students, can get a chance to see how a written exam in Spanish A works, and because there are so many classes, some of these trial-tests have to be done on Saturday. While I am a little sad about losing Saturday (that is the day I make up for all the sleep I have not gotten during the week), and having to get up at 6 a.m, I am still so grateful that our professors are willing to do this. It’s their weekends, too. I know they are not working for free, but still — that’s dedication.

And honestly, if anyone reading this is a teacher, or has been a teacher, or is becoming a teacher; my hat’s off to you. Sorry if it sometimes feels like an ungrateful job, but it’s such a noble profession, and your prints are all over the people you have taught. Some of the most important people in my life have been some of the teachers I have had, and they have been important in ways that go beyond courses and textbooks and grades. Of course, I have also had teachers who have scarred me. Teachers, who have used their profession as an ego-inflator, where it has never been about the children. It’s such an important job, and should be taken so seriously. After all, you are shaping humans.

Sorry, got a little sidetracked. But high fives and pats on the back to the teachers!

Now, it’s time for my body and my bed to reunite. I have been looking forward to this moment since 6.am. this morning. Sincerely.

Today marks the end of my vacation, which, by the way, went by all too fast. Tomorrow we will all be back to the same old routine of no sleep and asinine workloads. I hope it’s obvious how much I am looking forward to it. No, really.

Actually, it will probably be okay. Denmark has a ton of very conveniently placed holidays in April and May.

Unfortunately, I have no pretty Easter pictures or anything, but I can tell you that my Easter was spent in my grandparents’ summerhouse with seventeen of my closest family members. It rained, so we had to stay inside. All of us. Together. Eighteen people. A tiny summerhouse. For five hours. It was a pretty intense combination

Luckily I got to have a couple of days up there with just my grandparents, my sister and my fifteen year-old cousin, which was a lot… quieter. That summerhouse is the perfect environment to do some major chillaxing, if you know what I mean.

I’m sorry, I have spent a lot of time with young folk this weekend.

Chillaxing after setting the table, now waiting for the guests.

I had to wear two sets of tights to stay warm.

Some of us went down to the beach after the Easter Lunch today, but it was cold and muddy and completely uninviting. With this weather, you could have fooled me about it being the 9th of April. I mean, what the hell.

I am afraid I am going to have to cut this short for three very good reasons. A) I am very tired, and b) I have to the dishes, and c) I am half-watching a very scary Sandra Bullock movie that requires my full attention.