almost there...i can make it...right??

Two more weeks of classes. One presentation. A ginormous paper. Two lab books to complete (experiments to understand). Homework to finish. Four finals. All will be over within 21 days. It sounds glorious and haunting all at once.

This has literally been the most tough-to-get-through semester ever. School-wise. Only school-wise. :)

I'm actually quite happy. :)

This is the first semester ever where I sit down to tackle homework or wage war against quantum physics and after two minutes decide I don't care anymore about turning in complete homework and my thought is to surrender to quantum physics; I want to back off the subject with my arms up and say, "Ok ok, remain your mysterious self. I don't need to understand you."

Ok, so I haven't actually surrendered. And I've only turned in a few incomplete assignments. Overall I'm doing ok this semester, and I'm aiming to finish strong, but I don't think it would happen unless the very thing that is causing me to have such lackluster interest in school this semester was also the "thing" that is encouraging me every step of the way! When excitement in one area of your life seems to completely overwhelm that in the other areas, the "excitement" in the other areas, comparatively, seem like disinterestedness. Thankfully my source of overwhelming excitement helps me to remain excited in what I'm learning at school...and if by now you don't know who I'm talking about, read my last three posts.

Before I go, my rolling backpack, after a full semester, has yet to become something natural to me. It is still completely unnatural and quite literally has a mocking mind of its own. It's already gotten me all twisted and caught up in the turnstiles in the Oviatt Library...if it was possible to relate that story without showing you the humiliating positions the backpack had me in in public, I'd write about it. For now all you need to know in order to believe that the roller-monster has a mind of its own is that it likes to kick my flip-flops off as I'm walking, sending them skidding forward on the sidewalk with unbelievable velocity, flirting with the possiblity of kicking the people walking in front of me. My heart stands still for those seconds as I pray for the flip-flop to finally come to a rest, trying to imagine what my response would be if the flip-flop did, in fact, hit a sidewalker, causing the sidewalker to turn around, look twenty feet behind and there behold a girl with one bare foot sheepishly/awkwardly running with a devilish rolling backpack to grab hold of the flip-flop that apparantly she had kicked towards the sidewalker just to be funny. LOL. That's all I have to say.