taking a moment to breathe
The semester is finally over. Well, kind of. One of my professors still hasn't given us any grades back, so I have absolutely no idea how that's going. But I'm choosing not to think about it, because I'm packing my bags and going home. I honestly can't wait to sleep in my bed again.
This month is such a blur. My brain's been doing that thing where everything gets deleted the moment it isn't needed anymore, so I can't tell you much about what happened. I feel like I've taken a hundred exams and done a hundred assignments. I've been busy with extracurricular stuff, too, so I haven't been able to really sit down and process stuff, aside from the occasional out-of-necessity video diary.
Now that I'm back on this blog, I suddenly don't know what to write about. Have I done anything interesting? Anything I want to spend time and energy narrating?
I just feel exhausted, figuratively and literally. A few days ago, I pulled my first all-nighter of my life to study for my first college final. I'd gotten exempted from every single one since freshman year, until this one, so I had to set aside a little time to cry about it first. I felt so stupid before that exam, and it turned out to be okay anyway—I felt silly leaving the room, but better to feel silly instead of feeling completely crushed, right?
But onto better things! Today I went walking all over the city with my choir friends to shoot a video for a choir project. Tiring, but the good kind of tiring. I just wish I hadn't walked all that far wearing heavy leather boots. I should start going to the gym or something.
Even though I'm still in the city and my brain is still in school mode, the wind makes me feel all Christmasy. I really just want to be in bed right now, savoring the breeze, but I have to go and get ready for the long trip home. I hope my next post is a little more coherent.