Three weeks
I discovered the exciting fact that: We have almost four full weeks left till graduation.
And three of them will be completely free!!!!
I finish classes on Friday (WEIRD) and have no finals, since the art school finishes final critiques the last days of class, and Hispanic Linguistics ended with that paper due last week and presentations during our final class Tuesday.
Which means.
Yes, I will get to relax/recover after one of the CRAZIest semesters of my educational experience (topped only by the -first- semester of senior year---what an insane year), and not be completely burned out in time for the rush to spend as much time with everyone as I possibly can before graduation.
I was worried a little before, not realizing how much wonderful time we will have.
Because every week, I and my fellow art students spend the whole week from Sunday night to Thursday night (and then Friday classes all day) working on projects, staying up all night many nights in a row, working in the art buildings and in our studios, and just being fairly exhausted (perhaps some of the reason behind the craziness?...). Friday night comes, and I have no desire to be social. I just want to sit at home and veg. Or crawl into bed and sleep right away. I've been "out" all week; exerting my energy into the wee hours of the night is not my idea of "fun" anymore. That's work. That's what I do five nights out of the week.
My idea of fun is sleep. Or doing something during the day, and then going home to nap again. And eating. Nighttimes are work times, not fun times.
So, Sarah and I were talking about how it would be a shame if this entire semester was like one large-scale week, same timeline. The other seniors spend the first 5/7s of the semester slacking off, having nothing to work on, nothing to do, not caring about classes, being lazy. Then near the end, a burst of "we must have as much fun at once as we can!!" and all of them going out and having fun and in general pretending like "that's what everyone does." And then those of us who worked hardcore all year long are going to want to recover from this, our toughest of years, by just chilling out. And feeling like we're missing out on "everything" when we hear about it, but not having the energy to leave our beds.
Then Molly pointed out that with Reading Week (which we never get to experience--a week of studying/working without classes, that's nice. No, our classes work us till the bitter end), Finals Week, then Senior Week, we get three weeks to relax and have fun. And maybe at the same time!!
So to celebrate, I am going to bed right now. At ONE A.M.!! Oh, the luxury!
And three of them will be completely free!!!!
I finish classes on Friday (WEIRD) and have no finals, since the art school finishes final critiques the last days of class, and Hispanic Linguistics ended with that paper due last week and presentations during our final class Tuesday.
Which means.
Yes, I will get to relax/recover after one of the CRAZIest semesters of my educational experience (topped only by the -first- semester of senior year---what an insane year), and not be completely burned out in time for the rush to spend as much time with everyone as I possibly can before graduation.
I was worried a little before, not realizing how much wonderful time we will have.
Because every week, I and my fellow art students spend the whole week from Sunday night to Thursday night (and then Friday classes all day) working on projects, staying up all night many nights in a row, working in the art buildings and in our studios, and just being fairly exhausted (perhaps some of the reason behind the craziness?...). Friday night comes, and I have no desire to be social. I just want to sit at home and veg. Or crawl into bed and sleep right away. I've been "out" all week; exerting my energy into the wee hours of the night is not my idea of "fun" anymore. That's work. That's what I do five nights out of the week.
My idea of fun is sleep. Or doing something during the day, and then going home to nap again. And eating. Nighttimes are work times, not fun times.
So, Sarah and I were talking about how it would be a shame if this entire semester was like one large-scale week, same timeline. The other seniors spend the first 5/7s of the semester slacking off, having nothing to work on, nothing to do, not caring about classes, being lazy. Then near the end, a burst of "we must have as much fun at once as we can!!" and all of them going out and having fun and in general pretending like "that's what everyone does." And then those of us who worked hardcore all year long are going to want to recover from this, our toughest of years, by just chilling out. And feeling like we're missing out on "everything" when we hear about it, but not having the energy to leave our beds.
Then Molly pointed out that with Reading Week (which we never get to experience--a week of studying/working without classes, that's nice. No, our classes work us till the bitter end), Finals Week, then Senior Week, we get three weeks to relax and have fun. And maybe at the same time!!
So to celebrate, I am going to bed right now. At ONE A.M.!! Oh, the luxury!