Deck White Hall with my Departure ... at least for now

Attention all : it’s the final countdown (and I don’t mean the annoying song by Europe, because I won’t do that to you right now). The semester is drawing to a close, final exams are rapidly approaching, and all i can think about is the commencement of winter break with bated breath.

Finally. Sometimes I thought it would never come.

But, you see, here’s the thing. Although I’m glad that the work is almost over and I’ll be going home to four weeks of zero academic responsibilities, at the same time, I don’t want it to end. My first semester of college has been very good to me – albeit stressful much of the time – and I wish it could last just a little bit longer. I don’t know what the future holds (a lot of work, I imagine), so I’d rather stick with what I have now – great new pals, some semblance of a social life, and experiences that I’ll never forget with people whom I hope to lways cherish. Though I would like to skip those final exams, if you don’t mind.

Of course, time waits for no woman. This semester won’t last forever, which I suppose is a good thing for some. It’s time to start looking ahead to January and my second semester of college. Armed with three months’ worth of knowledge on how to handle the college life, I should be able to rock the spring semester knowing full well the motivation it takes to survive. Right?

Well, the more I think about it, the more I start to believe it might not be that much of a cakewalk. There’s the introductory Drawing analysis course I’m taking next semester in which I must produce a massive amount of work …yikes. And the art history class I’m taking is rumored to be unusually heavy on the reading and memorization; Then there are the English and math classes I’m obliged to take in order to get my distribution requirements out of the way.

Me + lit/math = a very negatively correlative equation.

Okay, so the academics are still going to be tough, only the big man upstairs knows how awful i feel about my performance fall semester. But, hey, what else can you expect from an institution of higher education? Classes aside, at least, the next semester should be easier to deal with. I’ve already adjusted nicely to life on campus, I’ve made a fantastic group of friends, and I’m involved in some extra-curricular activities that I enjoy. If I could scathe by and survive the fall, I’ll be able to survive the spring.

I hope.

Maybe looking ahead this intently isn’t such a bright idea right now, when I have finals to worry about. But all my worries aside, I’m positive that the spring semester is going to bring with it some of the best experiences of my life. And warm weather…thank God.