If my life were a movie, there are certain scenes I would have to include. One of those scenes would be Spring Break.

It's the xenith of every college kid's career. That one week a year where the books are put in the closet, the bikini is taken out, and all that cash spent at the tanning salon has undoubtedly prepared me for the best bronze I can achieve with little to no burning. I hop on a plane to some exotic tropical location where my only itinerary is to make sure I can swim from the side of the pool to the floating bar.

Every year since I was a freshmen I raised the idea to my friends to take a spring break trip. Every year they told me that come senior year, we would go balls to the wall and take a trip. Well it's second semester senior year, two months away from that fateful week in March, and we have no spring break plans.

It's not like I haven't tried, and that's the worst part. I had a trip - it was right in front of us. My roommates went ahead and booked their rooms and they were just waiting for me to book my room with my friends. The only problem, my friends backed out and left me with nobody to book the room with, in essence, I wasn't going on this spring break trip.

I was never good with traveling with a large group of people. The organization, the pooling of the resources, making sure everyone is happy, it's hard enough just worrying about myself! So that's what I resigned to do, worry about myself.

It hurt, alot. I was so let down when my friends wouldn't book the trip with me. It's not that I didn't understand that they didn't have the money, it's that they weren't straightforward with me. I was looking forward to doing this trip with my roommates but didn't want to leave my friends out. To wait to the last minute and bail on me, I was really hurt. I had lost alot of faith in them - and when you can't trust your best friends, who can you turn to?

So time keeps ticking away and I'm determined to find something to do over the much celebrated and much anticipated break from school. It's a weird feeling - it's only a vacation from school, not like we don't have those, so why does everyone feel the need to make the most out of it? Maybe it's the fact that it's the one break where there are no family obligations. No holiday to force us home for a meal and quality time. So we pool our resources and try and find the destination where we can get the most obliterated for seven days.

I'm throwing a few ideas around, visit with my brother in Florida, snowboarding with my sister in Colorado. But now I'm seriously considering going to Europe...