Last Tuesday, I was awakened from my mid-afternoon nap to what sounded like a party happening on the second floor. When I came down from the frigid attic I call my bedroom, I was greeted by the most wonderful of news: For only the third time in 40 years, the University had cancelled school, and not just for one day, but for two. With my schedule already perfectly aligned to give me Fridays off, I was now looking at an early spring break. How did I spend it? Did I catch up on all of the work I had? Did I finally get around to applying to all those internships I had been talking about?