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rough amounts of work lately. I've accepted MIT as a grad school. After all, turnabout is fair play, they accept me as a grad student. Still, I find myself faced with mountains of work to accomplish before graduation in an ever approaching month or so. I'm being strong and thinking myself brave and hardworking but it's hard to say how long that'll really last for. I'm trying to study early for the next round of exams, only really concerned about being sure I pass organic chemistry. All else may be a bit rough at times, but no danger of truly failing.
This is, I suppose, when senioritis should set in.
I've said it before and it has become a bit of an echo in my head; there's something holy about running on fumes.
I don't have much to complain about really. There's something solid and real about getting up early every day and working until nearly dropping, about not even marking the days of the calender week anymore.
Don't get me wrong, I'll love my leisure time when I have it again. I want to have time to think, write, play guitar and just sit. But I appreciate the sun rising work and sweat. It's like remembering a field in summer. And sure, there are days that go by half in haze, but I fight to keep them few, to keep the headaches down and stay alert.
I know these days are my last month here, in this town, with these people, and I'm trying to stay sane, to stay aware and breathe it all in and out.
This is, I suppose, when senioritis should set in.
I've said it before and it has become a bit of an echo in my head; there's something holy about running on fumes.
I don't have much to complain about really. There's something solid and real about getting up early every day and working until nearly dropping, about not even marking the days of the calender week anymore.
Don't get me wrong, I'll love my leisure time when I have it again. I want to have time to think, write, play guitar and just sit. But I appreciate the sun rising work and sweat. It's like remembering a field in summer. And sure, there are days that go by half in haze, but I fight to keep them few, to keep the headaches down and stay alert.
I know these days are my last month here, in this town, with these people, and I'm trying to stay sane, to stay aware and breathe it all in and out.