Cheesy title for an entry, I know. But it really says it all. Plus I'm an English major who has been writing term papers non-stop for the past three weeks and is now completely out of original thoughts. Deal with it :-)
It hit me today just how fast this semester and, in fact, this whole year has gone by. A new roommate, a new major, a new floor not to mention the sorority, all the new friends I have been making (and getting to know old ones even better), and getting ready to leave for Italy. I cannot believe that in a short two and a half weeks, I'll be living in Verona. I've been dreaming of this ever since I read Bloomability in 7th grade and now, the time is almost here.
So while I sit here in my ISR dorm room (which I'm not at all ashamed to admit part of me will miss), I ought to start sifting through my endless pile of notes and stacks of books and study what it is I have been learning in my classes this semester. However, I can't help but think more about the things I have learned that weren't necessarily on any syllabus. My courses have shaped me, of course, but not just academically. As a person as well. A year ago, I would have been terrified to go to office hours and have a professor critique my thesis and then burst into tears when the criticisms started, no matter how constructive they might be. Today, though, I held my head up, was eager to hear what my professor had to say, and had an intelligent conversation with this PhD on some of the most difficult literature I've ever been asked to master on my own. I never thought I'd be able to do that. Why can't accomplishments like that be considered in my grades instead of pesky final exams?? haha :-)
In other news, I had a dream last night that I was in a dance class...how random...