I'm so close to being done, I can feel it.

I'm standing back and looking back over this semester and all that it has entailed and for the first time since my first semester of Freshman year, I'm satisfied. It's been a really good semester. There wasn't a single class that I absolutely hated. Spanish was definitely my least favorite, but it wasn't intolerable. As for the rest of my classes, I actually really enjoyed them. Fiction was, of course, my favorite. That class was absolutely amazing and I cannot wait until Advanced in the Spring. Geology was probably my second favorite--Dr. Jovanelly was amazing and I did really really well in that class, which is actually per usual for me and science classes [I really should have been some sort of science major. For real.] Then it was Gender. I did like that class because it's my jam, but there were parts of it that I struggled with and parts of it that I disagreed with. And, Realism--well, I'm not actually done with that class am I? Whatever.

All-in-all it's been a really great semester.

Now, I have to brace myself for the month that I'm about to endure. I can do this. I'll be spending time with some really great people all along the way and they'll make it so much better.

All right--I've got a paper to write. (A paper that I'm basically pulling out of nowhere. I'm good like that).

Love love.

SAC