The last day of classes has finally come. I made it through the entire semester without missing any classes and without missing a single day of work (I think). I completed all of my assignments and turned them in on time. I have read pages and pages of anthologies, taken three 291 midterms, written two 5-page papers, created a timeline, and completed 10 reading quizzes. For Shakespeare I have read fourteen plays, written a paper proposal, written a 9-page paper, given a group presentation, and read and summarized 10 scholarly articles. I could go on and on listing. You get the idea. It's just funny that the first week of classes when you look at the syllabus it feels like there is no way that you have it in you to do it again. To complete everything in conjunction with all of your other classes. And it always gets done. All of it. (Quality aside.)
I've decided that I need some hobbies. I'm really dissatisfied when I'm in school because I feel so stressed out all of the time, but when I'm not busy with school I'm intensely bored. Like tonight. I don't want to do any homework because I'm so burnt out/I don't really need to work on anything tonight. So, I'm just sitting here. I've checked my email at least 7 times in the past half hour. I tried falling asleep. A I started reading a book, but I'm losing interest quickly, I've lost my interest in TV, I'm not really a crafty person, I don't have InDesign on my computer. Any suggestions?
I leave for London in less than two weeks. Two weeks from yesterday, actually. Yesterday in my London prep class our teacher announced that our program wont let us go to Paris during our free travel days. My friend Rachel paused, looked around wildly, and then said "what the crap did he just say?" We're going to get along just fine.