End of the Semester !

It's that time of the year when we realize that even though the semester has gone by in the wink of an eye, we managed to cram a lot into that extended moment. An assortment of things have occurred this semester, some of which have been documented on here, some of which may be referenced to in future postings, while others will remain secret from the public.

I have killed so many trees this semester as my full binder reflects. Many forms of notes have been resurrected: crumpled notes from the depths of my bag, notes filled with doodles in the margins, notes with funny quotes from class, but most of them are notes jam-packed with knowledge and facts I am expected to know by heart. Give me enough time and that will happen, but there simply is not enough time in the day.

I am not a huge fan of quiet places. But recently I have found myself at the library more and more, simply craving a secret nook where I can focus on my studies. I just spent 3 and 1/2 hours in a corner of Canaday driving myself crazy with chemistry involving radical distributions, orbitals, thermodynamics, polyatomic ions, and solubility rules to name a few topics. Welcome to finals week ! The week in which I will lose sanity, sleep, and common sense.

I will be done on Thursday at 12:30pm ! That is the ultimate goal. The countdown has begun. Finish with three exams and an oral so I can watch Avatar: The Last Airbender with Vanessa and go home to my family. Four things stand between me and the official end of the semester. Four pieces of chocolate remain on my "done is good" list. The end is near ! I can see the light !

It's about time I went home. Who knew I would actually miss the humidity? Especially when the weather up here in Philadelphia reaches freezing. I'm pretty sure the blood in my veins freezes a little bit each time there is a frost. It is a strange phenomenon, sometimes the cold really gets to me and sometimes I will step outside in flip-flops without a second thought. I've been chided a great many times for my clothing choices as the weather has changed, but as long as my toes do not go blue, I will continue to wear flip-flops.

I will be the death of Liz, who probably worries everyday whether or not this will be the day she will get that fateful call from Bryn Mawr Hospital. Perhaps that call will include blue toes needing an amputation, perhaps a broken arm or leg from going down Erdman hill in a shopping cart, or perhaps some other strange occurrence. You never know !