As the weather gets warmer and the lectures get more boring, it’s definitely evident that spring fever is a thing. And by “a thing” I mean more infectious than the Zika virus. Suddenly even the smallest homework assignments feel like pushing boulders uphill with your bff Prometheus at your side. Aka, so not fun. Aka, a total struggle.
I’ve never been one to procrastinate but recently everything and anything is better than sitting in a study room with a textbook and practice problems. I’ve recently started running again because even the pain and punishment of the miles ahead beat business statistics. And the hardest part of the whole situation is that we’re barely even, what I would call, close to the end of the semester. 4-5 weeks. You could order like ten thousand things on Amazon in that time.
While most of me is so done with freshman year, leaving school is a confusing feeling. My routine as I know it will be completely flipped upside down and I’ll be trading hours at Stamp Student Union for hours in the sand. Outdoor dining and sunscreen, here I come. But saying goodbye to my partners in crime in CP will definitely be harder than imagined. If only Jenkintown, Columbia, Greece, and Bethesda were steps apart instead of miles. Honestly, they’re not far (except Greece), but they’re not the room next door. I guess it’ll just be a test of my communication skills. Which we all know are a 7/10 on a good day, and nonexistant on a busy day. Summer goal: soak up the sun and return a text.
Okay, enough fantasizing about what *will* be and time to get to business. Finals might be weeks away, but it’s never to early to start complaining about them. Welcome to the best years of your life, they said. College so much fun, they said. I think they forgot about the weeks leading up to Summer.
My motivation is officially dead. RIP. Pay your respects in the form of avocados, please.
Stuck in my Head: Way It Goes // Hippo Campus
Snap it: College Park, MD