Tonight as I walked across campus to the library, I embraced the cold. The front lawn was lit, I could see my breath, and I thought, “Yes! This semester is almost over.”
This semester has been crap. Crap dipped in fungus. Served with a side of chunky milk and sour kraut.
It was busy and emotional and dramatic—not just personally, but for my roommates too—and when I think about it, I just want to roll around on the floor with an IV attached to me that is pumping my veins full of mint chocolate chip ice cream.
There have been a few good moments…I’m sure…give me a few minutes, I’ll think of something good…
Oh yeah, I’m going to HUG next semester. But that’s not even a good thing about this semester so IT DOENS’T EVEN COUNT.
In hindsight I may look back on this semester as a learning experience, but I wouldn’t hold your breath.
I hate to complain because I know how blessed I am, but I’m just keeping it real.