Fin

The end of the semester is here. Already. I am ecstatic that I will no longer be following the same schedule and reside in the same place (I think I may be a nomad as I never remain happy being in one place for too long of a time...perhaps this comes from living in the same state, same town, in the same house, going to the same church, and doing the same things since I was three before I entered college?) Anyway, I'm really depending on the change for my own sanity, but I can't help but feel a small sense of loss. Like...even if I take another writing course, it will never be the exact writing course with the exact people in the Spring of 2009. Once you leave something behind, it's never the same when you go back. I've really enjoyed my writing courses this semester, but I fear that with the hustle and bustle of beginning a summer job my writing will eventually dwindle to nothing. I hope this doesn't happen, but like a New Year's Resolution or a weddings vow promises and dedications always start out strong until someone gets discouraged.