It exists.
It’s not just a myth.
Since my Freshman year, every Fall break has been the worst days of the year for me.

Freshman Year: I discovered very revealing news that crumbled my world at the time, and I almost died by a semi truck that decided to make a turn at the wrong time. 

Sophomore Year: I wanted to take an amazing vacation To Seattle which ended up being the most stressful and irritating time ever. Can’t forget that fact that I missed my flight on the way back. Drama and tears made an appearance throughout the days (and were not initiated by myself). 

Junior Year: I contracted a very weird sickness that resembled a cold, a sinus infection, and a stomach virus. I still don’t know what to make of it. I just discovered one of my first friends at NC State has a life threatening disease he’s fighting, which is depressing news all on its own. Last but not least, I had to deal with some deep issues surrounding my life and my family’s life. 

I want to break this curse. Each year has been equally as terrible as the other and I want for next year to be different. If that means I have to hide in a hole for the four days of my Fall Break, so be it. I don’t understand why it keeps reoccurring, but I pray that next year breaks the pattern of this horrible, dreaded curse.