Weekends are my favorite time of the week becasue you’re free to do whatever you want. You make your own schedule, plan your own commitments, and do it all at your own pace. It’s a glorious time of freedom and excitement.
Well, usually. Not this weekend.
On occasion, the Hungarian school system finds it necessary to have classes on Saturday (remember when I talked about it last year?). This was one of those days. One of the big national holidays was March 15th (Thursday of the week before last), and everyone had the day off for it. So as to not have an awkward one day back at school, they cancelled Friday as well. Four day weekend!
The downside? The following weekend is only one day. Last Friday was moved to this Saturday and the gears of the school machine kept turning. Those gears needed some oil, though, because they were squeaking with complaints from everyone.
Unfortunately, that’s not where it ends. It gets worse. The one weekend day, Sunday, wasn’t a full day. It conveniently contained the daylight savings time change of setting the clocks forward an hour. That’s the time when you lose an hour.
In other words, my weekend was only made up of one day, and it was 23 hours long.
That’s a lot of easy motivation to get you through a week. The bright light at the end of the tunnel is only 23 hours. But, those 23 hours are more strategically positioned to take advantage of the suns light. I guess that should count for something.
Hungarian word of the day:
It’s pronounced “Naw-p”, and it means “sun”. It also means “day”. Some jokes can be made with that, especially when you cross the boundaries into English. “I’m going to take a nap because I’m tired.” “Are you stealing the sun or the day?”