Sure, I loved the holidays while I was actually in school. But now I hate them. Last night I was woken at about 3am, I looked out my window and noticed several teens smashing letterboxes across the street. I put on a hooded jacket over my pyjamas, grabbed my baseball bat from under my bed, and wandered outside into the cold darkness to confront them. One of them saw me and the three of them immediately took off. I chased them to the end of my block before giving up and heading back home. You can always tell when it's the school holidays by the graffiti and destruction caused by bored kids. 