Spring semester starts on Tuesday (same day as the inauguration! How lame is that?), but I've been back in Texas for about a week and a half now. I've gone to work all week, working full-time hours since I'm not in class. I thought those 8-9 hour days would be really long and unbearable, but I've actually really enjoyed it.
Work is such a different thing when it's the only thing I'm doing. During the semester, I get up early and go to class all day and then go squeeze in a few hours at work. I usually get home around 6 or 7, and then have to start my homework.
But this! I get up at a reasonable hour and enjoy the morning light in my window. I do my work. I go home at 6. And then I am done. Instead of being upstairs studying and wistfully listening to my roommates playing Zelda on my Wii, I get to be on the couch with them! Watching American Idol! Or even better: The Office!
On Tuesday, things go back to normal. I'll run out of time for a lot of the fun things I've been enjoying and not get to spend enough time with my friends. But this semester is different, because it's the last one.* In four months and one day (not that I'm counting or anything), this past week will be my new normal--albeit, I hope, with less scanning and more programming.
I am so excited for this last big push. I'm taking a heavy class load* and it will be a hard semester. But I am going to do my very best to have fun and enjoy the last leg of this particular journey. I'd hate to start off on my next big adventure regretting that I spent all of the last one wishing I were past it already.
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*Assuming some of my classes don't get dropped due to low enrollment, like the email threatened two days ago. pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease.