Give me a break

Somewhere in our universe, right now, a teenager's spring break is being suffocated. Suffocated by work, by college visits, by the necessity for sleep. It just so happens that it's going on here on Earth, right in the humble city of Lexington, Kentucky. And the teenager's decidedly pissed about it. He asserts that when teachers assign work during what was meant to be time off of school, it removes much of the potential for fun and nullifies the meaning of the word "break." This effect is especially amplified when the assigned material (150 Calculus questions, 150 Chemistry questions, and a 300-or-so page novel) trumps the average amount of work given to the teenager during the rest of the year. His "vacation" is strangled even further due to his previous plans to visit some colleges over the break. At this point, he wishes he didn't care so much about grades or college or life. But at least he just got one assignment done.