Here we are again. It is the end of the semester. Yeah, there was not blog post last week and the explanation of that is the title of this post.
I am tired. I am ready for the year to be over, and yet, the year being over makes me anxious. So much is changing, so much is not.
I don’t have any really great and deep quotes this go around. I am ready to just have a little bit of a breather and be able to better focus on me for a little bit. I know that is easier said then done, but the intention is there.
By the time you are reading this, I will have likely survived the semester. I will be able to legally say that I am a “rising senior”. At the time I am writing this, I have two more finals and a ton of little tiny errands to get done before I will say the semester is over.
I am ready, but I am also anxious and just emotional about everything ending. In part because this go around, the semester ending really puts into perspective how close the end of undergad really is.
Which is even scarier.
