Well, here it is—the week of classes. In
honor of finality, I feel as though I need to write something extremely
compelling or fantastically wonderfully. But at the same time, my poor,
frazzled brain feels no such desire. So we shall see where this
particular post ends up in a few paragraphs.
There is so much emotion that goes into the
last week of classes. For starters, everyone is extremely tired in all
aspects (emotionally, mentally, and physically) and just wants a few
more hours of sleep. On the other hand, everyone is driven by the dream
of going home for Christmas—a dream filled with cookies, home-cooked
meals, Christmas music, family traditions, crackling fires, and of
course, adequate sleep. We find ourselves so driven by the latter that a
hidden inner strength wells up within and allows us to give one last
push to the finish line. It hurts, but it always happens. Sure, we all
may not look that nice by the end of the week—circles under the eyes,
disheveled hair, forgotten make-up and all. We may be a bit more dazed,
grumpy, and confused (at least this is how I personally feel). But! The
semester always comes to an end, one way or the other.
