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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.

come and gone

A year since I became Orthodox. Which isn’t exactly accurate, because it’s not as though somebody flipped the cosmic switch. My journey to the Orthodox Church began well over two years ago. But the 23rd marked one year since my christmation. My chrismationversary.

One year ago, I wasn’t feeling particularly verbose. Not much better this year, I’m afraid. Check back next year…I hear this theosis thing can take awhile.