School is stress. The two go hand in hand.
All students have different ways to cope. Some tackle their problems head-on and get their schoolwork finished as soon as they receive it. Some choose to binge drink until they can't see anymore to forget about all the things they're stressed about.
Personally, I prefer using a car.
Since mine is garaged up at home, I rode along in my good friend's '97 Subaru Legacy 2.5 GT.
At about 11 a.m. on a Saturday, we decided a trip was in order. My friend had always told me about a place about an hour east of Cincinnati called Fort Hill. We decided that it was a great day to head there, and got going.
Twenty dollars of gasoline and a gallon of water later we were headed east on my favorite road. U.S. Route 50 is sometimes referred to as the "backbone of America." It spans over 3,000 miles between Sacramento, California and Ocean City, Maryland. It passes straight through my hometown in Ohio. Every time I drive on it I can't help but amaze myself with the fact that I am on a road that one way goes to the Pacific, and the other way to the Atlantic. On this Saturday we would head towards the Atlantic.
We chose the perfect day. It was a sunny autumn day that was uncannily warm for fall in Ohio. The landscape looked as if someone had flicked red and orange paintbrushes at it. Every now and then the sun would catch an orange maple tree and cause it to glow like a bonfire. All four windows were down, and the album we were listening to (The Walkmen - Everyone Who Pretended To Like Me Now Gone) was being drowned out by the massaging sounds of air rushing by. Slowly the smell shifted from smog and exhaust to cow pies and dried leaves.
With the world flying by, re-evaluating your life becomes easier. Stress slowly begins to dissolve into understanding. A paper or other homework assignment flutters away with all the other miscellaneous thoughts, and your eyes are stimulated constantly by new sights.
And just when you're about to reach nirvana, something alongside the road will wake you up.