Yes, it's that beautiful time of year where the blossoms are blooming, the birds are chirping, and the students gaze out their windows with a longing for home because the summer is just on the horizon. I've cleaned my room, begun to pack, and will be at the last ballroom competition for my team this year. Things are looking up as my freedom approaches. Only two more weeks and then, Babes, I'm outta here! I'm going home (to the less than glorious hometown) to see my parents and my dog, eat good food, sleep in a comfortable bed, drive a car, hang out with my friends, and hopefully find a job.
I will ALSO be going to a book signing to see NEIL GAIMAN. YOU KNOW. THE NEIL GAIMAN. It's obvious that I'm not excited or anything. But actually.
I have a ten page term paper to write, ten classroom blog posts to do, twenty photo journals to write, a resume to put together, four photo collages to make, a mural to finish, a mural to paint over, a three page paper and presentation to give, the rest of my room to pack, RA paperwork to finish, and three exams to take: one in my Muslim Worlds class, a written test for Arabic, and an oral exam for Arabic. It's kind of gross how much I have to do.
On the other hand, I do have some fun stuff. Like Ballroom-Palooza! The end of the year ballroom dance team dinner with social dancing, food, and paper plate awards. There is also the MIT competition we're going to tomorrow, and a global banquet thing my residence hall is putting together (my group is making Baklava!!) on Thursday. Then there is Spring Weekend here at HC, and while the concert is going to be Mac Miller with Walk the Moon, I am not going because I don't know either of them and the Ballroom-Palooza is that night. But the rest of Spring Weekend will be fun, I suppose.
Anyways, blargh,
Liz
