I always get so restless towards the end of a semester. Is there a term for senioritis that occurs on a biannual basis? And when one is not yet a senior? (living for the moment, baby…)
The aforementioned end of the semester breakdown isn’t really helping things, either.
I want to be done. I just want to be done.
Am I excited for next semester’s classes? Heck yes. Well, for all but Geology 101*. Primate Behavior, Biological Anthropology and Peoples of the North. Positively an anthrogeek’s delight.
But right now two more weeks seems like a really, really, really long time. Really.
*and why do I have to take Geology? Because the pre-req for our department is Physical Geography, but it’s not being offered, so we have to learn about tectonic plates instead. Make sense? Not really. That’s why it’s college.

