Before the semester started, I was torn because I never wanted to start up again yet wanted to get this Junior Fall semester, the most difficult in Geophysics I might add, over with as soon as possible. Then I didn't want it to be over with as soon as possible because then that would mean the speed of time would have accelerated, and Graduation Day would have come in a blink of an eye. Now that the semester started, I was torn again. I honestly enjoyed the first couple of weeks, except for the part when I was in Green Center 215 having no idea what's going on. I actually felt like a normal college student, getting around 7 hours of sleep each night and enjoying activities outside of schoolwork. Yet the combination of new classes and meetings and so many events with free food during Mines Welcome Week frazzled me and I came torn between having fun and having (relatively) easy homework and having a routine again (and probably getting less hours of sleep).
Like I can control time or something. The dust settles anyway.
Maybe the semester will kill us all, maybe it'll be the best ever...who knows? ( And why not both?)
So here's to having a routine again and for the next two years of our lives. As for getting 4 hours of sleep, screw that.
|Here's an unrelated photo of some sunflowers and Mt. Zion. |
Yeah. I got tired of typing words and figured a picture is worth 1,000.