Summertime

Yet another semester has come and gone. I don't know if I worked harder this semester or if it just felt like it because I did better academically than last, but I felt especially relieved walking down the halls of Whitman-Gibbs after my last final. I may or may not have begun flailing my arms about like a crazy person and emitting unintelligible sounds of glee. I'm glad to be done, but it has been a good semester and I'll miss the people I've grown close to this year. One more year (and a class or too) and I'll be a college graduate. Craziness. Even though the semester's done, the craziness isn't over quite yet. I'm kind of in the middle of unpacking before I repack for Europe. I'm going to Germany, Switzerland, Austria, and France for a cross-cultural class. As you can imagine, I'm excited about the whole thing, but I've got a lot to do yet for that and not much time to do it in. At 10 tomorrow I have an interview for an internship (hands and fingers crossed), I still have to get fitted for a tux for a friend's wedding, I have a presentation I have to research for, I need to finish unpacking a semester's worth of stuff, and I have to squish three weeks worth of stuff into a 21" suitcase. It's doable though. After I get back, I'll probably be living at home for the rest of the summer, which is something I haven't done in years. It'll be nice to be around though, a good chance to hang out with my friends before they all get married off. Marriage, geez, everybody's doing it. Buuut that's another topic.