The end of the semester can bring up many feelings.
Too often the weeks and days leading up to the end of the semester are busy, busy, busy.
Final projects.
Final papers.
Final presentations.
Yeah.
All of those.
I was gonna contradict myself and say that there were no presentations. But there was one.
I would say the majority of my feelings are exhaustion.
I don’t want to read for school, I want to read for pleasure.
I don’t want to write for school, I want to write for pleasure.
In the past few days, I’ve mostly been reading.
A lot.
Like a lot a lot.
The Women by Kristin Hannah was the first book I read. It is about the forgotten women in Vietnam, the nurses. Oh, so good.
Maddening and tear-jerking all at the same time.
This country did those women dirty.
Oh, and I worked a few shifts in there too.
After my last 10 hours as an RA.
And it occurred just now that I didn’t turn in my last time card.
Oh, dear.
Okay, that isn’t what I said. But drat!
And it was due today.
Bother.
I’ve got to get that in.
Oh, and I’m on my fourth and fifth antibiotic of the Spring. Can I use that as an excuse?
Too late, because I’m gonna.
Tomorrow I will write another Dispatch from Wonderland regarding school life.
I can’t wait to find out what I’m going to write about.
Time card first!
Dispatches from the Evening Shift 