Finally, the moment came. I finished my last final and I was ready to leave for the well-deserved break. I threw all my stuff together, tossed it in my car and left campus - at 4:30 in the afternoon. It's about an 8 hour drive back to my house in Maine.
Some would call me crazy, making that kind of drive that late, and I'm not sure those people would be wrong. But driving late like that allows me to avoid heavier traffic in Massachusetts that only slows me down. The highways tend to get clogged out there and traffic will often slow to a crawling 25 or 30mph for a few miles at a time. With no traffic, it's cruise control and 80mph for just about all of the 520 miles between my house and RIT.
Making my way through New Hampshire, less than an hour and a half away from my house, I started to get pretty tired. Tired enough that I didn't notice the "Speed Limit 55" sign telling me to slow down. Cruise control was still set to 80.
Naturally, I was pulled over. There's little excuse for doing 80 in a 55 (if I had seen the sign I would've slowed to 65), so the officer, obviously, wrote me a speeding ticket. The first of my life. The fine that went along with said ticket? $206. OUCH.
I suppose that's what I get for being in a hurry to get home. It's not that I particularly enjoy being at home, either; I honestly feel more comfortable at RIT. It's that inbetween part of waiting to go back and getting back that I'm impatient about.
Moral of the story? Don't be in too much of a hurry to get back home. It's not going anywhere.