I know everyone has a bad one, and I know that life could certainly be worse, but I am just so happy to move on and enjoy the rest of my undergrad experience. This past semester was just.. not fun. I felt like I was constantly buried in my schoolwork with little to no time for leisure, and I almost ALWAYS had that nervous tummy feeling. Sure, I had built in ONE weekend where I could forget homework almost entirely to spend time with friends [hooray for Halloween in Madison!], but I was often fairly miserable.
It got to the point where my roommates began referring to me as the "roaming gnome" because they were never quite sure if I was in my room buried in books, passed out with the history channel on, at work schlepping shampoo for rent money, in class, or at Zumba taking a brief break. Because, well.. this was basically all that I did. I would come through the front door to, "We thought you were in your room this whole time!" or I would emerge from my room after a rousing paper-writing-marathon to, "You're not at work? You mean.. you've been in there this whole time?!" Clearly, my social relationships have suffered.
But now that the particular class from hell has been passed (with the lowest grade I've ever received in my life, ugh), I am ready to turn over a new leaf academically, and I resolve to spend more time with my friends, and less time worrying about.. everything.
Now that I have made my "new lease on life" proclamation, I will finally post a picture from Halloween, and promise to elaborate on my gloriously uneventful break in the coming days.
