Ok, Ok, it's time for an update.
Last weekend I went down to Vegas to visit my sister's family. The weekend was full of movie watching, strawberry ice cream, Fill-or-Bust and outlet shopping. It was perfect weather, right in the middle of the lull before the hot storm. It was such a nice break and well worth the 5-hour drive. C'etait parfait.
There are only 13 days left in the semester! Which means only 8 more m/w/f classes and only 5 more t/th classes. Part of me feels like the semester just started and part of me feels like I've lived my entire life in this semester. This semester is a different kind of end because so many things are going to be different after this semester. Certain roommates are graduating and moving on from BYU, I am leaving the Brittany after almost two years of large bedrooms with three closets, and I'm on the cusp of my senior year. I can't wait for this semester to be done so that I can stop thinking about Middlemarch, stop trying to immmerse myself in Elizabethan revenge, stop memorizing fFrench words and grammar and stop doing New Testament study guides. But I can wait at the same time. It's all a little reminiscent of senior year in high school. Things were inevitably changing, ultimately it was a good thing, and I knew that on a logical level somewhere beneath all my apprehension, but the looming knowledge that things would be different seemed to consume me. I think I feel a little more confident and excited than I did graduating from High school, but it's still something new. I just don't like change.
Anyway. I have to go to work . . .
6 comments:
The time's they are a-changin'...
I think the same could be said for most folks in the Brittany...mucho graduation/moving away/marriage. Ay carumba...
Life will be pretty different for most of us next year. I know I intend to keep updating after I "grow up."
Where are you even moving to? With graduation fast approaching I can't help but feel a little weird. Heidi was looking at apartments in California last night, and I began thinking about life after college, not so far away anymore... weird.
This was so deep. I want to be on the cusp of my senior year. I guess I am. Nevermind.
When are you graduating? Where are you moving? What is middlemarch? Is this your last semester of French?
You now have an engaged roommate (the most dreaded thing). How do you feel?
No offense meant to Meghan or Bukran. I guess I feel like I am allowed to say things like that since I was one.
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