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Up North & Tim Horton’s

(Just for Fun, Class of 2025) Permanent link
Mack Bucki

After a hard semester, it was time for a break. I changed into my only pair of civies and left USCGA for the Hartford Airport. I spent nine hours in between layovers- not how I wanted to begin my winter leave. But, as the plane dipped under the clouds and revealed the glowing streets of Detroit, all the stress that came with 4/c fall semester disappeared. For only the second time since SWAB Summer, I got to see my parents and head back home. There, I was greeted by a rowdy black furball- otherwise known as my poodle, Oskey. And got to climb under the covers of my bed that (finally) weren’t dark blue. I built some signs in the comfort of our pole barn, rode my bike down the pothole filled back roads, ordered a hot chocolate from Tim Horton’s (Dunkin’s cooler cousin), watched the Red Wings play on the ice, ran a half marathon in northeast Ohio, and reconnected with friends, family, and former teachers. One of my favorite adventures was heading up north to our cabins in the Upper Peninsula. Although we nearly drove down an ORV trail on the way there, the northern snow and seclusion was breathtaking. However, I was most thankful for the opportunity to spend the holidays with my family. They gave me all the confidence and motivation I needed to keep on pushing myself to succeed. And trudge through calculus. My departure from DTW was tough and it wasn’t just because I had to wake up at 3AM to catch the flight. After a hug and a kiss goodbye, I was once again on my own. A difficult pill to swallow, especially after spending over half a month with those I missed the most. Yet, my mood brightened once I got to Baltimore for a layover. I started a mental countdown to spring break and got my priorities straight- my next challenge was waiting for me in Connecticut. And I was ready to conquer it.

Even if it means leaving everything behind once again.

Because every great start must begin with a bitter end.

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