Another end to another semester. My 7th in college, my 2nd to last. I'm already feeling a bit bittersweet about it, but finals are killer and there is no way of turning the hell that is finals week into anything magical or sentimental in any way. Yesterday I spent 9-3 in the library, reading and re-reading and trying to not be too distracted with yelping and facebook. By the end of the day, I wanted to vomit upon looking at my notes. It was like being in the 40th week of pregnancy and just wanting to have the baby already, but your water won't break and you are just in a state of torture because you do not want to be pregnant anymore. Yes it was just like that. I wanted to throw a temper tantrum that time did not pass more quickly.

One bright light in the gloom of finals week for me is running into familiar, lovable faces and having them break my serious, hypnotic state of worry. I feel like they were planted along my path to remind me that there is more than my imminent exam. I like that we, for some reason, grow to care about people whose lives have become intertwined with yours somewhere in time. It makes me glad when people are genuinely pleased to see you, to wish you happy holidays and mean it. I hope, through my actions and words, the people I care about know how much I really do love them.

Now I have an entire month to do absolutely nothing. Of course I will be unable to achieve doing nothing, but one can hope. This may be the longest I've lived at home since last winter break. Crazy. I'm going to go crazy. Perhaps I will make some fun goals. I think I need to grow.