Americans often use Presidents’ Day as an excuse to have fun, spend money, and/or  honor the great history of leadership the U.S.A. has been blessed with.  My fellow Americans…today I will exercise all three of these options.

If I worked at the Secretary of State, I would have the entire day off to do as I please.  But I don’t.  I’m an unemployed, hard-working, full-time student at Central Michigan University.  Allow me to bore you with my plans on celebrating this historical day in America’s repertoire of holidays.

At 6:15 p.m. EST, I will be released from my fourth and final class of the day.  I will then walk home in the dark, dreary, bone-chilling weather of Michigan about a half-mile to my apartment.  This is where the Presidents’ Day celebration will begin.

After the layer of ice is melted from my windshield, I will drive up to the cigar store and buy a fresh, aromatic, hand-rolled stogie to appease my senses.  Upon returning to my messy apartment, I will proceed to kick back and watch the 1. U Conn. vs. 4. Pitt game in hopes of gaining some insight for my personal bracketology in the near future.  My newly purchased  cigar will be accompanied by a few, perhaps a few too many, ‘hoppy’ beverages.  Ahhhh…….Presidents’ Day never tasted so sweet.

With my money spent and fun being had at my fingertips, I will take a moment to honor the presidents, former and current, of the United States of America.  This will probably be during halftime.  A cigar to me is not just an oral fixation, it is an event.  A chance to celebrate the day’s events, a recent accomplishment, or simply to provide myself with an introspective look into my future.  -Getting serious for a brief moment by splurging a mental ‘to-do list’-  I plan on studying abroad for the Fall ‘09 semester, but I have no idea where.  Perhaps I will travel to Ireland to improve my writing and discover my heritage.   Maybe it will be visiting the outback in Australia, or being a robot in Singapore (probably not).  Either way, I would like to have an idea before I go home and speak with my mom about it while  we fill out the dreaded FAFSA.  God, help me…

So, my fellow Americans, no matter how you decide to celebrate Presidents’ Day, make the most of it.  After all, it comes but once a year.  Maybe one day I will grace that historic list, shortly after I retire from the Boston Red Sox after discovering the “meaning of life.”