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End of Semester...
Wow. Just wow... It's the end of the semester. Break starts tomorrow. And I'm not happy. Why? I suppose some end of semester reflection is in order....
Exams went well. A in anthro. Probably an A- in Marine Bio. Hopefully a B in genetics or there will be no honors credit for me... And plant bio... where with 100 on the final, the highest possible was a C-... *sigh* I really hope I passed....
I can't quite pinpoint it I guess. It doesn't feel like the end of the semester. Usually by the end I'm ready to go home, I'm sick of school. But that was Thanksgiving break for me. And since then, things have just gone up. It feels wrong to be going home when things are going so good. Like it's risking something bad happening... I know it's a silly thought, but it's nagging me. And as a result I'm feeling down.
Home doesn't feel like home anymore. Here, surrounded by random stuff in my dorm room listening to music seems more like home. Hanging out with friends and just being silly feels more like home. Where I'm going tomorrow is my house. With inside jokes and experiences I don't understand anymore... Part of growing up I suppose. I was talking to Susana about this the other day. We were talking about x-mas and how neither of us don't have anything that we *want* for presents... And it occured to me... does that mean we grew up? We're no longer the little kids who say "I want a pony". *sigh* How depressing...
I dunno. I feel silly now. Silly but down. Maybe I'm just resisting the need to pack all my stuff. I hate packing. They need to invent something that lets you like, clap your hands and have everything fits into a very small box. and then to unpack you push a button on the box and it all snaps to where it belongs.
It's wrong. I don't know why I have such a bad feeling... like ominous almost.... *shrug* whatever.
I should probably pack, I'm too busy to be mopey...
Exams went well. A in anthro. Probably an A- in Marine Bio. Hopefully a B in genetics or there will be no honors credit for me... And plant bio... where with 100 on the final, the highest possible was a C-... *sigh* I really hope I passed....
I can't quite pinpoint it I guess. It doesn't feel like the end of the semester. Usually by the end I'm ready to go home, I'm sick of school. But that was Thanksgiving break for me. And since then, things have just gone up. It feels wrong to be going home when things are going so good. Like it's risking something bad happening... I know it's a silly thought, but it's nagging me. And as a result I'm feeling down.
Home doesn't feel like home anymore. Here, surrounded by random stuff in my dorm room listening to music seems more like home. Hanging out with friends and just being silly feels more like home. Where I'm going tomorrow is my house. With inside jokes and experiences I don't understand anymore... Part of growing up I suppose. I was talking to Susana about this the other day. We were talking about x-mas and how neither of us don't have anything that we *want* for presents... And it occured to me... does that mean we grew up? We're no longer the little kids who say "I want a pony". *sigh* How depressing...
I dunno. I feel silly now. Silly but down. Maybe I'm just resisting the need to pack all my stuff. I hate packing. They need to invent something that lets you like, clap your hands and have everything fits into a very small box. and then to unpack you push a button on the box and it all snaps to where it belongs.
It's wrong. I don't know why I have such a bad feeling... like ominous almost.... *shrug* whatever.
I should probably pack, I'm too busy to be mopey...