The END Draws Near!

Thank goodness!

The end of classes! (officially today)

Though this means the beginning of finals week. 

However, I never fear finals week. There is such a hushed calm

about the campus, that even the most routey regulars respect.

I am mentally prepared for my English final, almost done with my art final (waiting on 

and an email from my art teacher),

I need some studying for math (but as I find it much better to study the night before

and day of a test, that shall wait), 

and my dance final will be as easy as cherry pie. 

(I've never understood that phrase. Making a homemade cherry pie is 

true work, though pleasant during and pleasing afterward).

I am so looking forward to furthering my artful talents,

checking off books on my summer reading list, with a dear friend (her blog),

and surfing both water and sand.

Most of the time, I dread the after affect that the finishing of a semester leaves

you with: the strange hole that burns in the very front of your

brain, telling you that you have a math test tomorrow, and an essay due the day after that,

and loads of reading. As well as the waking up

at 6 a.m. out of habit OR the waking up at a lovely, late hour,

and running into the shower, out the door, in your car and down your street

before you realize that you AREN'T late for class, as there is no class! 

(yes, I have done this). 

Or even the fact that you feel like you HAVE to do something

when you really don't.