Merry Christmas (and a Happy New Academic Year)

How do you know that the holidays are definitely over?
First of all, your sister's alarm clock rings at 5.55 am, then again at 6 o'clock and then about three times more, in five minutes intervals, again and again until she finally manages to realize that she is going to be late for school... Several hateful looks at her older sis, who goes to this "university for lazy ones" and does not have to get up yet, plus a bit of door slamming to help her realize her happiness. Not that this was necessary, as the other hints that "something has changed" are already filling this lazy sister's cell phone:
"Can you send me the number of the lessons you have taught during the summer?"
"Have you already called the dormitory office?"
"What are the results of your blood tests?Are you ready to teach?"
"Can you, pretty please, send me answers to that test you passed two years ago?"
"Girlie, I have tonsilitis, see you at the doctor's"
"I have your book, do you need it?"
"Oh, by the way, the exam today is not for us, is it?"
I got up with an unpleasant feeling in my stomach, which was not caused by the diet but by the raising stress level. A usual heated discussion over "who will use the computer first" with my parents followed. My mother won and as she was browsing the World Wide Web, my father decided to clean up the cobweb hanging from the ceiling in the hall.
A loud CRASH and several screams followed, and when I picked up the courage to enter the hall, my parents were sitting on the floor covered with Christmas stuff, not knowing wheter to laugh or not. A basket full of boxes full of decorations, ribbons, wrapping papers, bells, angels and the like, which is usually stored on the highest shelf in the hall must have falllen down as a result of my fathers cleaning efforts. So while I was trying to get rid of the moths flying from some of the boxes, my father was rediscovering his "DIY" box full of wires and tiny lightbulbs, making faces as if it was the real Christmas day.
I, on the contrary, had to return to my translations and essays (nobody seemed to miss the computer anymore), but not for long. A few minutes after a strangely familiar smell hit my nostrils. My curiosity being bigger than my self-discipline, I opened the door to the kitchen and saw my mother - prepairing a soup out of a carp, which is a traditional Chrismas meal here.
I stood there and could not believe my eyes:
"Mum?Don't you tell me that you have found the carp among the decorations as well?"
-"No, silly one, I've just remembered that I have some carp meat left in the freezer and felt like cooking it today".
-"Well, Merry Christmas, then."

Sometimes, it is a good thing to be on a diet (I am by no means fond of this traditional fish soup)
And sometimes, I even like wasps.
Like the one that has entered my room right now and kindly reminded me, that it is AUTUMN starting outside, and that means "get back to work quickly, or you will have to get up earlier than your sister".
Smash. Poor wasp. Shouldn't have threatened me.