Here’s one misconception about online school: doing online classes while on vacation is super easy and super convenient.
Straight off of a cross-country redeye flight, having slept a solid 3 hours out of the 5 hour trip, here I was sitting in a tiny, cold Starbucks in Boston on my laptop. Our hotel room wasn’t ready yet, and Starbucks being the only known source of free wifi, here I was, leeching off of their internet, cold, tired, and in no mood for a latte.
I was there for five hours. It would’ve been almost seven if my last class of the day hadn’t been cancelled, which was probably disheartening to most of my other classmates but came like an answer to my unspoken prayers.
Then there was the next day. I was thankfully in the hotel room this time, where heaters, sweatpants, and king-sized beds exist, but admittedly it was still difficult to stomach the fact that here I was, holed up in a hotel room, chained to my four classes while a brand-new city waited outside.
And so during the small sliver of time between classes, I put on my coat and headed outside, ducked into the country’s oldest graveyard and walked through the country’s oldest park, enjoying that precious time alone that I as the oldest of five kids rarely get.
As a resident Californian, it absolutely tickles my fancy (lowkey hoping Allison punches me for using that phrase) that so much history can be mixed into a major city. In Los Angeles you won’t find old graveyards or historic buildings every couple blocks, you won’t find old structures repurposed as more modern Starbuckses and Chipotles. Everything has a history in Boston, and I love that. Fresh off of studying the American Revolution in Omnibus, the history entwined in the city seemed surprisingly relevant.
We stayed in a hotel just across the street from the site of the Boston Massacre. I just learned about the Boston Massacre. I learned about its usage as propaganda in the American cause for independence. Through the many trolley tours and walking tours we went on, my admittedly school-obsessed self squealed inside, basking in the fact that there was no way for me to escape education even while on vacation.
Now for one thing, I was cold.
It wasn’t that cold, really, with the temperatures hovering in the low 40s most of the time, but as a Californian who owns nothing but shorts and tank tops I was disgusted at the idea of layering my clothes. But I soon learned the importance of warm clothes, and silently thankful for gloves and scarves, I made it through the week with minimal complaining and shivering and cursing the sun for not being very effective. And trust me, if I end up going to college somewhere cold, I will most definitely buy a good coat.
But it was fun.
In the craziness that life and senior year and college applications are, it was nice to take a short break and escape my responsibilities for a little bit in a place I had never gone to before.