The End of Spring Semester

This morning I woke up, pushed aside my curtains and opened my window, and watched five straight hours of Netflix, only breaking for a breakfast of clam chowder and a lunch of banana pancakes. Yes, you read that right.

I deserve it. I have a list of little things I need to do (like mail back my textbooks and buy a summer bus pass) but I’m putting them off because I canI can because the semester is over, and I’m taking the time to breathe out a massive sigh of relief.

This semester has been hard. Nine group projects, three jobs, countless days where I spent 10 or 12 or 14 hours on campus. I don’t think I’ve shed more tears in one four-month period than I did this semester.

But I don’t think I’ve ever laughed as much either, or made as many amazing friends, or felt as proud of myself, or learned as much as I did since January.

I learned the power of taking a day off. I learned that it’s not a bad thing to feel my feelings. I learned that I am capable of pretty much anything.

It was hard, but I survived. And I’d do it all over again if I could.

Writing by the pond

This is what the end of finals looks like.

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